Stumbling drunk off a bus downtown
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You've got it bad for the system
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'Cause you know it let you down
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You see the marks on the whores
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And the dimes they lent you
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And your paranoia soars
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On the wings of your dementia
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Without a system that compels
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The growth of human compassion
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Its a face that will never change
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Nobodys well when ever one soul suffers
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We're bound by circumstances
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We cant dissarrange
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Does shame prevent you
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>From engaging in the indigents struggle
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Just filling up a vacancy
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With nothing new to live for
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When I was young and naive
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I believed I could be so much more
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Out of touch with a world
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That never cared or knew me
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More dead than alive
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when you stare right through me
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Its a face that will never, never change
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never change
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You could be the one
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With your hand held out
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Shame, Rights & Privilege
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| Good Riddance |
