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Standing in line takes all kinds from you
But it can not take the shame
If you've got nothing,
How the hell are you meant to get through?
Let me get off this ride
The problem is not the ones
who are flailing,
Drowning on their own,
The problem is those who let them die
Taking away the things that make us
Breaks a human heart,
There's no living on the breadline
Lately I've felt like it's all been closing in
It's making my chest feel tight
Heating or eating, it's my kids I feel for
I don't know if I can feed them tonight
And I don't buy
The way you see the world
Coz you're alright
With your stolen wealth and grace and favour.
Whose divine right
Makes you the one to choose?
It’s feeling like
It’s way past time
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