Los Duran - Requiem For a Clerk In a Small Town

Living in exile in his home town
Praying for modest dreams of need
Hurriedly shuffling across Main Street
Opens his small shop every morn and eve
Wanting the best for his family
Clutching his spoonful, he's free
A self-made man in a small town
Life's good fortune incomplete
A beggar's dream, though so it seems
Never thinking of greed
Hurriedly shuffling across Main Street
Opens his small shop every morn and eve
Wanting the best for his family
Clutching his spoonful, he's free
Requiem for a small town
Requiem for dreams unseen
Requiem for some soulless lives
Let's all thank God they're free

Written by:
Gerard Duran, Reeves Gabrels

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