Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay

�Wondah why no one was buyin� da papes today. I didn�t think da headline was all dat bad....�

�Jesus, I sold pretty good taday. If I make da same tomorra, I�ll be set for da week.....�

�Damn! What am I gonna do fer money tomorra? I can�t believe I spent it all on dat stupid horse! Dere�s no way I�m gonna be able to pay fer food....�

There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day

�Why didn�t dey just leave dat poor kid alone? Dey beat �im so bad, I couldn�t even recognize �is face. Why didn�t I do anythin� ta help. It was like I was paralyzed or somethin�.....�

�Dat goil sure was pretty. But she didn�t even look at me. Stupid hoity-toity rich folk. Bein� a newsie is honest woirk - well, most of the time - and dey make it seem like I�s just some dumbassed street trash with no feelin�s....�

�What�d I do ta dersoirve dis, huh? It just ain�t fair. Saw some guys me own age taday, and dey was walkin� home from school. Deir clothes was poirfect, and deir faces was clean. I felt like I shouldn�t be sharin� da same sidewalk as them. Like I didn�t even belong in da woirld....�

I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins

�I remembah dat on nights like dis, Ma would come in and read me a story or jist tawk to me. Sometimes, I can even remembah her voice...�

�...And den aftah dinnah we�d all sit by da fire and me pop would tell us what his day was like. Jesus, Pop, why�d ya hafta go �n� leave us? Ya detroyed everythin�....�

Let me be empty
And weightless then maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

�I wonder if I had a family, things would be different. Maybe, instead of sleepin� on a hard bunk, with thin blankets, I�d have me own room. Yeah, dat�d be nice....�

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear

�God, is it always gonna be like dis? I don�t wanna be a newsie forevah...�

�Am I always gonna live on da streets? �Cause I don�t think I could go on if dat were true. Me dreams are all dat are keepin� me from just jumpin� off da Brooklyn Bridge or somethin� like dat. I need ta know dat ev�rythin� is gonna be ok...�

You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

�So, Ma, is Heaven a nice place? I miss ya, but I undahstand dat you had ta go....�

�I wonder if da boys�ll want ta go to da tracks with me tomorra. Well, dat�s if we�s can all afford it. Ya never know what da headline is gonna be like...�

�I wondah if anyone is still awake. Am I da only one dat thinks about stuff? Do any of them pray? I gave that up aftah me family was killed. Why should I believe in some greatah bein�, when he don�t pay any attention ta me. If he did, I wouldn�t be lying - or �Improvin� da truth a little� - to make money so dat I won�t end up on da streets. God? Who needs �im...�

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back

�Dose big guys took me money...again. I cain�t tell da guys. Dey�d just laugh and call me a wimp. So, now I ain�t got any money at all. What�s the mattah with me? Why can�t I fight back....�

�Saw dat pickpocketah again taday. Poor kid. All skin and bones, looks like she ain�t had a good night�s sleep in a while. She saw me givin� her sympathetic looks. I�m know she resented me for it...�

The storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack

�I was hawkin� da headlines taday, when some lady came up to me, demandin� her money back. She found out dat I�d stretched da truth about a headline. I just took off runnin� and didn�t even look back...�

I think me goil�s ashamed of me. She won�t intr�duce me to none of her friends, and I ain�t even allowed to go near her house. No, wait. I don�t think she�s ashamed of me. I KNOW she is...�

It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

�I wondah dat if I ran away, would anyone notice? Would anyone care, or miss me....�

�When I�m out sellin�, I feel so alone. Da city is so big, and filled with so many people, dat I feel like no one notices me. I�m all by myself and no one cares at all. Sometimes I just feel like cryin�....�

�Dere�s anuddah hole in my shoirt. I found it taday when I felt da wind. Soon, I�se gonna hafta get a new one, but ain�t got da money for it at da moment....�

�I think I saw me muddah taday. She bought a pape from me, and I swear it was her. But she just glanced ovah me. To her, I was just a doirty kid with papes in his hand. Nothin� more....�

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear

�Well, I guess I should be gettin� ta sleep. Jesus, it�s awfully quiet in�ere. I swear, sometimes I feel like I�m da only one in a big room filled with bunks. I wondah if anyone else feels like dat sometimes...�

�Awww jeez, look at da time. Only a few more hours and we gotta get up to sell. Dere nevah seems to be enough hours in da day...�

�Someone�s callin� out in dere sleep again. Sounds like a bad dream. I know just how he feels...�

You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

�Goodnight, Ma, Pop, Jimmy. Take care of each uddah up dere, and I�ll see yous soon...�

�Jesus, I�se tired. I hope da headline�s a good one...�

�Alright den. Guess it�s time ta sleep. G�night woirld. See ya tomorra...�

You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

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