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Their thoughts are the same
Is their poverty just a game
They hardly eat and hardly sleep
They don't listen, they don't speak
When I see them out on the street
They're never moving up on their feet
They don't all fit in this scene
Which goes on like a bad nights dream
They hardly eat and hardly sleep
They don't listen, they don't speak |
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