Water to my lips I beg of you Food and shelter and I'll sing to you For a long time I've not spoken My crown of thorns is aching My violin is broken My heart of stone is sinking Brother, can you spare a dime for a lonesome beggar out of rhymes it's cold out and my time's at hand I've lived a stranger in a strange land Spare me, warm my bones and tear these ragged clothes I've roamed this wasteland since when god only knows Some compassion's all I'm needing I'm scorned and bruised and hated On bended knee I'm pleading My tired eyes are faded Brother, can you spare a dime for a lonesome beggar out of rhymes it's cold out and my time's at hand I've lived a stranger in a strange land.
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