These Rags
I don’t know why, or half of the story, or when it all began, don’t have to spell it out for me. I figured it out these rags that I wear are from Heaven. Cast from above to a beggar who borrowed. If I were a poorer man would I live for tomorrow. I figured it out that these rag, that I wear are from Heaven. Without a doubt, these rags I wear are from Heaven, are from Heaven, are from Heaven. If I were on top of the world, would I stumble or follow. Stand the test of time, walk through the eye of a needle. Well I figured it out, that these rags that I wear are from Heaven. If I were a rich man would I give to those in need? Or hold it all back and live a life of greed. Well I figured it out, that these rags that I wear are from Heaven. Without a doubt these rags I wear are from Heaven. It’s a simple life I lead. I’ve got enough to stand on my own feet. When I was all alone, paper bag and a drink. Just a memory falling back into the street. Heaven always knew what was best for me. These rags that I wear , These rags that I wear are from Heaven These rags that I wear these rags that I wear are from Heaven
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