| Walking these streets all by myself, I don’t care about anybody else!
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| 'Cause sometimes don’t you know that I just feel that way
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| And sometimes I’m just so ready to strike out!
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| And the people sit and stare from their main street terraces
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| and coffee shops as I pass by But they never say «Hello"'cause they could never understand
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| All the foreign concepts in my life
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| You see I’m thinking of a world, where people stop and think for themselves
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| And I’m thinking of a world, where people wouldn’t fuck you for money
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| And I know, it’s just a dream,
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| but it’s one I won’t let go 'cause I’m so tired of getting fucked
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| By you and you, and you and you…
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| Priorities prioritized in sickening ways by the capitalist pushers of the world
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| As the yuppies and the bankers of this neighborhood drive in F.U.V's to work
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| And I think to myself, «What a success these 'excess junkies’are!»
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| And I’m sure the homeless and those with no health care would surely concur
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| You see I’m thinking of a world,
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| where people stop and think for themselves
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| And I’m thinking of a world, where people wouldn’t F you for money
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| And I know, it’s just a dream,
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| but it’s one I wont let go 'cause I’m so tired of getting fucked
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| By those of you who.
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| Protect their conscience, by saying that it’s only business
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| Protect their conscience, by saying that is just the way it is Because it’s not the way it has to fuckin’be |