| Some people live the high life
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| They live like Kings and Queens
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| They go about all dressed up
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| Well encased in their dreams
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| Most of us go from day to day
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| With the feeling we have no clout
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| The gods they say it’s better that way
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| To keep us going from hand to mouth
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| Life is for living
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| And living is for loving
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| Loving is for giving
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| If we can be free
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| |: When will we all be free :|
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| Our politicians run to the altar of gold
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| To line their pockets with greed
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| Turning a blind eye to all around
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| Especially the ones in need
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| McDowell’s welcome is naught
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| He builds barriers along our shores
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| At night he stops buses and takes people off
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| If they don’t look anything like ours
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| We’ve only dreamed of what we can do
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| We’ve hardly seen the colour of angels
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| When will we open our hearts to sing
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| Let the stars fall out and lets begin |