I Sold My Hopes
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I Sold My Hopes
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I sold my hopes
On the street to a young man
He had a map and a master plan
Tied to his waist was a sword
And tender were his words
Why do we all have ready feet?
I sold my hopes
Cost me nothing to give them away
But it sure meant something
Something I found hard to display or recognise
Seen it all before through these tired and weary eyes
I can't let that happen to you
No, not for the life of me
I'm barking up the street
It only echoes back at me
I intend to find that face I'll recognise
What's that?
Through the crowd I see him bow
But it's me he sees right through
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