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Cardboard Citizen
The guy who collected cardboard asked
For a hot coffee, in bad shape, no voice
No suit, nor tenderness either
On the edge of every street, without identification, I don't know
A man of stone, of dust, standing on the ground
Standing in the grave, without vocation, without conviction
On the edge of all innocence
On the edge of all innocence
On the edge of all innocence
A guy, a chat, a slap, a cardboard
Creates pain, creates and endures
Creates pain, creates and endures
Creates pain, creates and endures
The guy who collected cardboard asked
For a hot coffee, in bad shape, alone
No uniform, nor abundance either
Without paper, without signature
Recycling goes on, it goes away
On the edge of all innocence
On the edge of all innocence
On the edge of all innocence
Man of stone, of dust, standing on the ground
Doesn't inhabit, gets used
