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All that I possess is my existence, vagrant more or lessThe children on the pave mither bad, but help me through my dayThis borrowed cigarette, for which my heart will leap and it will laughA debt to you my friend I owe but I'm afraid I can't repayBecause I'm Joe, the street lamp is my homeFrom place to place I like to roamThe cold wind blows right through my bonesThe cold wind blows right through my bonesMy barrow I gave away, 'cause the muscle which pulled grew weaker every dayThis soldier crossed the sea, but now the maker wages war on meThis heart is still so proud of all the things the soldier once achievedBut when you're vagrant, man, no one wants to know about those thingsBecause I'm Joe, the street lamp is my homeFrom place to place I like to roamThe cold wind blows right through my bonesThe cold wind blows right through my bonesBecause I'm Joe, the street lamp is my homeFrom place to place I like to roamThe cold wind blows right through my bonesThe cold wind blows right through my bones From Letras Mania