I was walking through the counters of a national concern
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And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder
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And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, rich and clean
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As the merchandise exchanged and money roared
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And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak
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Into the paper bag at her side
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And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed
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So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind
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Crying
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"God knows I'm good
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God knows I'm good
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God knows I'm good
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God may look the other way today
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God knows I'm good
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God knows I'm good
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God knows I'm good
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God may look the other way today"
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Then she moved toward the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag
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Perspiration trickled down her forehead
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And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid on her shoulder
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She was led away bewildered and amazed
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Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counter
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As her escort asked her softly
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for her name
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And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady
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Who had fainted to the whirling
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wooden floor
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Crying
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"God knows I'm good
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God knows I'm good
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God knows I'm good
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Surely God won't look
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the other way
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God knows I'm good
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God knows I'm good
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God knows I'm good
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Surely God won't look
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the other way"
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God Knows I'm Good
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David Bowie |