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There's a man on the corner, cellphone in hand
Building his house in the stock market sand
And the end of the evening he lays down to rest
Dissatisfied though he gave it his best

There's a girl on the corner in leather and heels
I ain't far removed from the way she feels
She leans in the windows of slow moving cars
We lead different lives, we wear the same scars

And the rains they fall on the good and the bad
And the things we obtain make us wish that we had
What remains to be taken, do we not know
That we're bought with a price far greater than gold

There's a man on the corner, bible in hand
He's screaming at demons, he's promising land
And there's something about him I just can't ignore
Are you born, do you live, do you die, is there anything more

And the rains they fall on the good and the bad
And the things we obtain make us wish that we had
What remains to be taken, do we not know
That we're bought with a price far greater than gold

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Charlie Stout Lubbock, Texas

A native of West Virginia, now a resident of West Texas, Charlie Stout draws on experience as a photographer and filmmaker to write cinematic lyrics of life and death on the New American Frontier.

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