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a doormans plight
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What have you done to it?
What have you done to it's eyes?
Today was a tough one, but tomorrow is worse
And there's bags on his eyes, and I can tell that he hurts
And I've seen how he leaves the cafe to his church
To pray away problems that always resurge
Today was a tough one, but the evening is here
To drink away problems and drown 'em in spirit
And I've watched how his clock works from five at the pier
To late in his worst days when he screams through his tears
But the doorman nะตver leaves his post
Dะตspite harsher scheduling than most
Save for the luggage you've brought to my hand
There's no weight I'm carrying out for no man
And this building of souls could break hearts if you let it
But thanks to my age and my plights, I don't sweat it
'Cause the doorman wears him a face of stone
To stand as a gentle voice that welcomes you home
So take a load off Annie
Take a loaf for free (So take a loaf for free)
Take a load off Annie, yeah
You put the load right on me
A woman in a skunk skin and mink-lined coat
Is smokin' half a cigarette before she elopes
Her boyfriend she built her life around is a joke
His mistress helped him proofread the vows he had wrote
And an old man that shouldn't be left driving his car
Is buckled up to have himself a scotch at the bar
His eyes serve him astigmatism under these lights
While children play at the crosswalk and pedal their bikes
And the three-piece rental without loose change for a tie
Is heaving with a sorrow fit for a friend that had died
These sights will hit my chest and gift emotions I'll hide
And the job I hold gets harder as I stifle my cry
But the doorman never leaves his post
Despite harsher scheduling than most
Save for the luggage you've brought to my hand
There's no weight I'm carrying out for no man
And this building of souls could break hearts if you let it
But thanks to my age and my plights, I don't sweat it
'Cause the doorman wears him a face of stone
To stand as a gentle voice that welcomes you home
Have some more wine
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