| For the poor
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| For the broken
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| For the abused
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| And the unspoken…
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| The American dream has turned into a nightmare.
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| The system is broken and unfair.
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| The rich get richer from the blood of the working class.
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| Let a poor family starve just to feed your greedy ass.
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| People get sick, can’t afford to get well.
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| Betrayed by a nation who promised us to help.
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| Homeless begging in the streets, children dying everywhere.
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| Scared to take a breath of all this toxic air.
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| It’s a sick sad world, woah-oh-oh.
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| It’s a sick sad world, woah-oh-oh.
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| It’s a sick sad world, woah-oh-oh.
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| Don’t worry pretty baby 'cause we’re gonna live and die, this way.
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| It’s a sick sad world, our future is so bright.
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| It’s a red lit room, it’s a never-ending night.
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| My knees are bleeding, this sick sad world.
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| Screaming helplessly, and being ignored.
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| There’s nothing but suffering.
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| There’s nothing welcome here.
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| There’s no sun and no white sky.
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| No hate without fear.
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| Haven’t lost a way home.
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| No making it out alive.
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| A black hole.
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| This fucking world; |
| a wasteland where no one survives.
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| It’s a sick sad world, woah-oh-oh.
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| It’s a sick sad world, woah-oh-oh.
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| It’s a sick sad world, woah-oh-oh.
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| Don’t worry pretty baby 'cause we’re gonna live and die this way. |