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Walked around for a million years
In the ally way
Ducked and dived out of the alleyway
Hung around the corner looking for you
But your were nowhere to be seen
Now I see you every day on the street with your knees crossed like some kinda Christ
lookin' like you’re crucified
Begging on the street
With your woolly jumper
That you got from your Mother
Your father blinded by the light
Sitting on the blade of your thought
A million years
Too many tears
Bono ringing all the leaders of the world for you
On his ever so exclusive blackberry red telephone that reaches everyone who matters
Now I feel safe
A rock for your thoughts
A pillow to sleep
No heaven only bono and me.
