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Busker

see the show They would stop them in their tracks Big coins and little notes Would they throw This was the start of the rise of the Reverend Bobby's Buskers

I felt I was one with you You probably didn?t see Oh I?m a nervous one The pain it comes easily Should I revolve my world around you? Should I revolve

Thinkin' of poems of poverty Sittin' with a tight-clenched wrist Thinkin' how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a boy He?d wander with pride to

I'm comin', comin' down Took so long for me to come around They tell you, it smashes brain Drain you of all the blood you've left in your veins Spare

Superstar tradesman, stand at the bar Get a trade son you will go far You have a house in the ferry and a new guitar That's never been played before and

What a typical time for me What a terrible time for you I warned you not to come here No one else's fault but you You can always turn around Your feet

You have a face for the radio But I know you'd like to see it in a show Claiming to be the next best everything Which way will you go? You're a little

I don?t know what I have done But I?m sure I will in the next five seconds You see I have a telephone When people call they don?t stop ringing for me

's calling me, Would you excuse us for a while?" Yeah, move over, busker, your day is done, Move over, busker, my time has come. I'm telling you to Move over, busker