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Standing by the doorwatching all the bread crumbs on the floorwondering how I could find some morethings are not so badI should be gladI'm not starvingWalking along the street and it's getting coldtennis shoes on my feet but their full of holesthe wind is at my back and rips my coatI am sailingLooking at her lettershe says "Honey, love can make it better."Ain't it funny, how can I go get herNever let her know that I'm not bitterI'm not cryingI could take this heart and take up crimeno self-respect, develop a criminal mindthings are not so bad, I should be gladI'm not lying From Letras Mania