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don’t I know it
enough to show it
I got nothin’ to bitch about
but all my friends are down and out
and I’m a wreck
no thoughts in check
it’s wicked when you realize
disparities in common lives
we are tired we are poor
we are huddled, massive, crying at your door
it’s a sham and it’s a shame
and everybody feels like shit
inseparably a part of it
so give a damn and hold to blame
those who build the bridge to break
but own the mill where parts are made
we are tired we are poor
we are huddled massive crying at your door
we are privileged we are cranks
we are sheltered children coming out in ranks
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