sometimes, i wonder if one day i will be like him.
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Jobless PMET collects tin cans to survive
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Great White - The Angel Song
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Fallen angel ripped and bruised
Think on better days
Life is rude, treats you bad
Tears your wings away
Raise your eyes to star and sky
Believe in fly aways
Take your dreams, your broken schemes
And sweep the past away
Fly lonely angel
High above these streets of fire
Fly lonely angel
Far away from mad desire
Hollywood ain't paved with gold
It's just a trick of light
Sunset falls on stars of old
And blinds you with its light
A spider's web of tangled lives
Lays stretched across the hills
From distances it's glistening
Like El Dorado's halls
Fly lonely angel
High above these streets of fire
Fly lonely angel
Leave behind the mad desire
The dream was light and fragrant nights
But how were you to know
The streets are hard, they're mean and scared
Where only fools find gold
Fly lonely angel
High above these streets of fire
Fly lonely angel
Leave behind the mad desire
Fly lonely angel
Spread your wings another way
Fly lonely angel
Find a better way, a better day
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Fallen angel ripped and bruised
Think on better days
Life is rude, treats you bad
Tears your wings away
Raise your eyes to star and sky
Believe in fly aways
Take your dreams, your broken schemes
And sweep the past away
Fly lonely angel
High above these streets of fire
Fly lonely angel
Far away from mad desire
Hollywood ain't paved with gold
It's just a trick of light
Sunset falls on stars of old
And blinds you with its light
A spider's web of tangled lives
Lays stretched across the hills
From distances it's glistening
Like El Dorado's halls
Fly lonely angel
High above these streets of fire
Fly lonely angel
Leave behind the mad desire
The dream was light and fragrant nights
But how were you to know
The streets are hard, they're mean and scared
Where only fools find gold
Fly lonely angel
High above these streets of fire
Fly lonely angel
Leave behind the mad desire
Fly lonely angel
Spread your wings another way
Fly lonely angel
Find a better way, a better day
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This is bullshit! collect tin cans for $4 per day... something is seriously wrong with this guy leh. In his 30s only and somemore PMET... very easy can find jobs such as cleaners, clerks, or even work at Mc donalds for at least $800 a month.
This makes me wonder if he chose this can collecting job by choice.
My Hometown - Bruce Springsteen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77gKSp8WoRg
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
into the busstop
to pick up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
In '65 tension was running high, at my high-school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed, in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come, to my hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown
Now Main Street's white washed windows
and vacant stores
seems like there ain't nobody
wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I'm 35, we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up, behind the wheel and said son take a good look around, this is your hometown
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77gKSp8WoRg
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
into the busstop
to pick up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
In '65 tension was running high, at my high-school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed, in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come, to my hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown
Now Main Street's white washed windows
and vacant stores
seems like there ain't nobody
wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I'm 35, we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up, behind the wheel and said son take a good look around, this is your hometown
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