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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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