G C G C G G C G
Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets
C G D
Rich and poor companions of the restless beat
Bm C
Strangers in a foreign land
Bm C
Strike a match with trembling hand
Bm Em C
Learn too much to ever understand
D C D G C G
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happiness
Kissed crumble in a web of lonliness
It's written by the poison pen
Voices break before they bend
The door is slammed
It's over, once again
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Poets agonize, they cannot find the words
And the stone stares at the sculptor asks
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