Wears his Sunday best, lights another cigarette. Its been a long short week in front of the TV.
He counts his pennies and his pounds. Takes a bus ride out, to a bar with some music and a friendly crowd.

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A man of money, but he’s living on the rough side now. From nothing to a millionaire he was given it the wrong way round.

The band’s in full swing, but he’s had his last drink, and it’s a long way back, hails the bus like a black cab.
When he gets on home, he’s feeling hungry and alone, but his fridge is empty and his bed is cold.

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Composer: Re