Another morning and I'm awake
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The same old thing on a different day
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I want to drive but my tank is dry
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But the ground is wet with rain
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Greedy people are pushing me
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Needy people in misery
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It's a push & shove community
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But how the hell can I complain
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On the other side of town
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People are sleeping on the ground
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Look not far and you will find
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A tragedy, the daily grind
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Seems like when the times are tough
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That hope is down and the price goes up
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There's not enough jobs to fill a cup
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And the streets are filled with shame
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Here I am in a traffic jam
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And ugly faces stare me down
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They call this the right side of town
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But still I can't complain
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On the other side of town
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People are sleeping on the ground
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Fighting wars that can't be won
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Twelve year-old boy with a gun
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Look not far and you will find
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A tragedy, the daily grind
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The Daily Grind
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| No Use For A Name |
