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This crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket Reminds me I had twenty What somebody said to someone You'd think that worries him Laid out on the newsstands Read the sinful publications See the haze on commonplace streets You're back again So we walk on different streets Taking time no one seems to notice Outside you're all smiles When inside I know you're hurtin' See the haze on commonplace streets You're back again This crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket Reminds me I had twenty What somebody said to someone You'd think that worries him See the haze on commonplace streets You're back again From Letras Mania