| I’ve kept my mouth shut too long
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| Begging for scraps down here at the bottom
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| And though I know it might ruffle some feathers
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| I just can’t hold my tongue no more
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| ‘Cause I’m sure that the weak and the poor
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| Got something to say, but they can’t pay so nobody listens
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| And a man with a hell of a plan
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| Can’t do nothing with his hands, while he’s stuck in the back washing dishes
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| It don’t seem right that some work 'til the day that they die
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| And some never have to work a single day in their lives
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| Won’t somebody tell me why
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| I get paid half as much to work
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| Twice as hard as all these yuppie jerks
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| Just because I don’t wear a suit and a tie
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| Am I out of my mind to wish that I was
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| Penniless, so that I could rest
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| All these money troubles give me stress
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| Always wanting more and having less
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| All these worries take my life away
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| There goes another day
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| Working minimum wage
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| Trapped up inside this cage
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| With one foot in the grave
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| I think it would be best
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| It we all were just more penniless
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| They say you’re penniless, you’re broke
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| But to me it’s a joke
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| ‘Cause the wealthiest ones, mentally, spiritually, are the unhealthiest ones
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| Their trust funds ain’t gonna save ‘em when the judgement comes
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| We’ll just watch them run
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| ‘Cause the tidal wave’s coming and it’s gonna break
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| And take away all ignorance, leave only truth in its wake
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| ‘Cause any system’s bound to fail that lets the treacherous prevail
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| Puts the innocent in jail, watches them burn at the stake
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| But I and I know that there will come a day
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| When the breeze will blow and take this all away
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| And in time everything will be okay
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| If we can just find a way to stay
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| Penniless, so that I could rest
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| All these money troubles give me stress
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| Always wanting more and having less
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| All these worries take my life away
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| There goes another day
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| Working minimum wage
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| Trapped up inside this cage
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| With one foot in the grave
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| I think it would be best
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| It we all were just more penniless
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| What we hold within our hearts
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| Will always be, will never part
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| And what we hold within our hands
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| Will quickly turn to smoke and sand
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| So let it go, let it go, let go, let go
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| ‘Cause the rain will fall and wash away
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| And sun will shine another day, another life, another way
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| Another chance to run and play
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| And all these things that you hold dear
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| They will all just disappear
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| So let it go, let go
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| ‘Cause what we hold within our hands
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| Will quickly turn to smoke and sand
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| So let it go, let it fade, let it slide and slip away
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| And may your soul be at rest
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| Rich in Love and rich in truth and truly blessed
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| Truly penniless |