That man is a dog
He is a roguish aesthetic
That man is a lonely man, indeed.

He’ s comin’ up the hill,
Hopin’ to go down, down, down
Because his life has been alittle too rough
He just left town, town, town.

That man is a modest one
But he does not succeed
No, he does not make anything

That man, he’s no ordinary man
He seeks understanding
That man, he is unique.

He’s starin’ at the sun
Givin’ up to none
And staying with resi-den-cy
Nowhere.

(That man is lost here)

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