| Dear Mr. President
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| I live in the suburbs
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| It’s a long way from Washington, D. C
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| Had me a job
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| Workin' for wages
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| Till the company moved out
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| And they forgot about me
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| Can’t draw unemployment
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| For some unknown reason
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| My kids are hungry
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| I’ve got four mouths to feed
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| I go out every day looking for suitable employment
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| Do you think there’s something you could do for me
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| Cause I’m
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| Down and out here in paradise
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| Down and out and I’m on my knees
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| I’m down and out here in paradise
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| Looks like the milk and honey
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| Done run out on me
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| Dear Mr. President
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| I used to be a dancer
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| Got a little bit too old
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| So I became a secretary
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| Married a man
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| In Las Vegas, Nevada
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| And ten years later
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| He ran out on the kids and me
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| Some said I was pretty
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| But those days are over
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| Now I’ve no place to live
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| And I’m out on the streets
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| Oh, Mr. President
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| Can I tell you a secret
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| I never ever thought that this could happen to me
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| Cause I’m
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| Down and out here in paradise
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| Down and out and I’m on my knees
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| I’m down and out here in paradise
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| Looks like the milk and honey
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| Done run out on me
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| Dear Mr. President
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| I’m just a young kid
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| I’m in the fourth grade
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| At Riley Elementary
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| My mom and dad’s been actin' funny
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| I’m not sure what
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| If it’s got something to do with me
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| My daddy’s always drunk
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| My mom’s a babysitter
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| And I don’t like the Russians
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| Cause I hear they hate me
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| Dear Mr. President
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| Can I ask you one question
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| When the bombs fall down
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| Will they hurt everyone in my family
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Down and out here in paradise
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| Down and out and I’m on my knees
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| I’m down and out here in paradise
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| Looks like the milk and honey
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| Done run out on me |