Cifras
Shed Rather Be Homeless

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Introducción:

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It was our 25th anniversary and I was watching the Super Bowl
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When suddenly she started cursing me. Hell, I almost dropped my remote control
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And she said "That's that" and grabbed her hat and headed out into the snow
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And that was almost two long years ago
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1. Now see her shuffling down the street, Combat boots on her dainty feet
3. She said all my friends were dumb, And she called me "Yuppee scum"
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1. Pushing her belongings in a cart from the A&P
3. She said she didn't give a damn 'bout my BMW or my AT&T
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1. See her bumming cigarettes, On the sidewalk where she sits
3. She said to take these credit cards of mine, And stick'm whar the sun don't shine
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1. Lord, she'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me
3. Cause she'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me
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2. She'd rather be sleeping in some doorway, Than lolling in the lap of luxury
5. She'd rather eat soup down at the shelter Than at the C.C. sipping fine Chablis
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2. And when the cold wind starts to blow, Lord, it hurts me so to know
5. And as I throw her a dime, Lord, it breaks this heart of mine to know
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2. She'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me
5. She'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me