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they call me carl cane i was a needed manhad my cellphone buzzingand my cloth left handnow i'm fixing my eyeson a peaceful mani lost my moneyin these years behind methis dryed up city needs the wildest guysnow i'm counting my penniesbut i need all centshe's pointing his toestowards the nightwaiting for a cab maybebut i dont mindhe's got the things i once hadmy cold heart races my knuckles write the song long saidkeeps me out of sighttill i turn his shoulder and shake his bonesohh god bless the peaceful manoohh From Letras Mania