Well there´s a little boy waiting at the counter of a corner shop
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He´s been waiting down there, waiting half the day
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They never ever see him from the top
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He gets pushed around, knocked to the ground
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But he gets to his feet and he says...
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What about me, it isn´t fair
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I´ve had enough now I want my share
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Can´t you see I wanna live
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But you just take more than you give
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Well there´s a pretty girl serving at the counter of the corner shop
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She´s been waiting back there, waiting for her dreams
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Her dreams walk in and out they never stop
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Well she´s not too proud to cry out loud
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She runs to the street and she screams
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What about me, it isn´t fair
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I´ve had enough now I want my share
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Can´t you see I wanna live
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But you just take more than you give
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So take a step back and see the little people
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They may be young but they´re the ones
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That make the big people big
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So listen, as they whisper
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What about me...
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Now I´m standing on the corner of the world´s gone home
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Nobody´s changed, no body´s been saved
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and I´m feeling cold and alone
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I guess I´m lucky, I smile a lot
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but sometimes I wish for more
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Then I go...
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What about me, it isn´t fair
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I´ve had enough now I want my share
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Can´t you see I wanna live
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But you just take more
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What about me, it isn´t fair
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I´ve had enough now I want my share
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Can´t you see I wanna live
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But you just take more
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But you just take more
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But you just take more than you give
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What about me
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What about me
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What about me...
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What About Me
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| Shayne Ward |
