| Well there’s a little boy waiting at the counter of a corner shop
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| He’s been waiting down there, waiting half the day
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| They never ever see him from the top
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| He gets pushed around, knocked to the ground
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| He gets to his feet and he says
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| What about me, it isn’t fair
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| I’ve had enough now i want my share
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| Can’t you see i wanna live
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| But you just take more than you give
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| Well there’s a pretty girl serving at the counter of the corner shop
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| She’s been waiting back there, waiting for her dreams
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| Her dreams walk in and out they never stop
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| Well she’s not too proud to cry out loud
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| She runs to the street and she screams
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| So take a step back and see the little people
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| They may be young but they’re the ones
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| That make the big people big
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| So listen, as they whisper
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| What about me
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| And now i’m standing on the corner all the world’s gone home
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| Nobody’s changed, nobody’s been saved
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| And i’m feeling cold and alone
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| I guess i’m lucky, i smile a lot
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| But sometimes i wish for more than i’ve got |