| Common weather comes with a name
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| And our knees our hands got the shakes
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| Cause when our backs about to break
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| We won’t howl out or cry
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| We know we feel we try
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| In the middle of an everlasting fight
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| Every night we all go to a house we’ll never own
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| Every night we are tired
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| We’ve been worked to the bone
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| But nearly everyday we earn a lower wage
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| Does it tell you what we’re made of
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| Or are we just what we’re paid?
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| It’s a hard country we made
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| Here we are, far beyond our means
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| Learnin how to trade love for things
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| Theres a debt we can’t pay
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| What kind of life’s lived this way
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| See our hands they praise
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| Telling us we are to pray
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| Nearly every day it was a darker kind of way
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| The color we all knewthis world
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| The deepest shade of gray
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| Every night we all go to a house we’ll never own
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| Every night we are tired
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| We’ve been worked to the bone
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| But nearly everyday we earn a lower wage
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| Does it tell you what we’re made of
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| Or are we just what we’re paid?
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| It’s a hard country we made
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| We won’t howl out or cry
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| We know we feel that we try
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| What kind of life’s lived this way?
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| See our hands they praise |