You're happy all the time
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I just don't understand why I can't be happy too
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Your smiles are salt in the wound
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A slap upon a back that's been toiling in the sun
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When will I get mine?
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Or must I be a god-fearing, white american?
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Oh everything is fine
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As long as you're a god-fearing, white american
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Why should the thieves have all of the fun?
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Selling us water by the river, they don't speak for everyone
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I'm ready to run and you're making me crawl
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Selling me water by the river, they don't speak for me at all
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The man about the town
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The beauty queen, the paragon of civilization
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But shadows cling to us all
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Even those convinced that they're sheltered and immune
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When will I get mine?
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Or must I be a god-fearing, white american?
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Why should the thieves have all of the fun?
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Selling us water by the river, they don't speak for everyone
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I'm ready to run and you're making me crawl
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Selling me water by the river, they don't speak for me at all
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Thieves
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| Incubus |
