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Same way, no way, not in this little town
Last to know
Last to know about the wayward clown
Away in Buenos Aires
Where the hungry fill the streets
Every night when the sun goes down
Same way, no way, not in my little town
Last to know
Last to know about the wayward clown
Away in Buenos Aires
Where the peso three times over demands
On the dollar where the tango rains down
Same way, no way, not in this little town
Last to know
Last to know about the wayward clown
One night a mother calls after her son
Fallen child on poverty's hands
Over there when I wasn't around
Same way, no way, not in my little town
Last to know
Last to know about the wayward clown
Nails for a coffin
Flowers for the babe
Tears falling in my little town
Can't see, can't be
Not in this town
Where a child can't make a sound
At the hands of his mother
Where was hope that night?
Were my children ok in the wake when I wasn't around?
Same way, no way, not in this little town
Last to know
Last to know about the wayward clown
Away in Buenos Aires
Where the hungry fill the streets
Every night when the sun goes down |
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