Lyrics

Some might call it bad, you complain a lot
Please don't make it that, an average thing
She's a street in rags, coughing and camp-beat
What would you like what that, some more coffee

She dreams to live in color
She dreams to live in black and white
She dreams to live with honor

Are you driven by your wants and hastened by your faults
You supply the haves, but who's counting
She just needs to walk to where there is water
I'm not one to talk when the river is rising

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Happier are you now, distressed by the change
You used to have a lot but now you're starving
She's the painting of those who keep crying

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