UNDER CAMDEN ARCHES
Under Camden arches
On cobble stones they lay.
Under Camden arches
They rot their lives away.
Every night you'll find them
Hungry, tired, and worn,
Fearful when that daylight comes
Heralding the dawn.
Thirsty when it's raining
And hungry when it's fine,
They've got no money, hope, or love
Pavement is their pillow
No matter night or day,
Under Camden arches
They waste their lives away.
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