Time now an empty shell
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Memories in the broken glass
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The daily journey to despair
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Where luck's poured out till nothing's left
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And she wants to run away
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Away from the light
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And the rain falls and the night calls
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In the shadows we've all passed
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Life like an empty book
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With pictures that fade and die
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Tears in a bottle of dreams
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Schemes that never last
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He wants to runaway, away from the lies
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And the rain falls and the night calls
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In the shadows we've all passed
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Hope in an empty box
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Reality in a paper cup
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Empty in a hungry world
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Did they fall or did we push?
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And they want to run away
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Away from the fight
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And the rain falls and the night calls
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In the shadows we've all passed
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Rain falls and the night calls
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In the shadows we've all passed
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Spoken by the homeless man:
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"I start about half eight in the morning, right, I do a bit of begging, like, till about nine at night-time."
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"There's only one problem with the police - they keep moving me on."
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"It's hard to make friends these days, they tell me."
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"I was in Stockport, once, right, begging, and I was kicked in the face."
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"I know I look a bit dirty and scruffy and so on."
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"I haven't had a bath now for two weeks - bad news, isn't it? I don't smell, do I?"
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"All right, you've got to have a joke, sometimes."
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"I haven't slept for two nights, now."
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"The last two places where I stopped, the kids burned it down."
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"They poured petrol on a homeless guy - they set him alight."
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"Why can't he go out and get a job?"
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Behind every tatty sleeping bag
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and cardboard box there is a human being
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with a family, a history and a personality
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Three Weeks To Despair
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| Barclay James Harvest |
