| Born in this place
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| You only see so far
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| Hear what we say
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| If we put the truth in your hands
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| Would you really like to know
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| Kansas city milkman
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| A row of houses
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| Through the dawn
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| A sleeping city
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| Where I was born
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| I hear laughter
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| In the early light
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| Outside the playground
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| Were I learned to fight
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| Born in this place
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| You only see so far
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| Hear what we say
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| If we put the truth in your hands
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| Would you really like to know
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| Kansas city milkman
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| I read the papers
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| Every word
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| My only access
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| To the outside world
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| Yeah … survival
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| That’s my game
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| Just a common man
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| In that there is no shame … is there? |
| …
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| Too much talking
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| Information … in the hands of the few
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| All the talking
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| Dis-information … that we take for the truth
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| Born in this place
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| You only see so far
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| Hear what we say
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| The world is a stage
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| And we know just who you are
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| What part do you play?
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| If we put the truth in your hands
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| Would you really like to know
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| Kansas city milkman |