| Another morning and I’m awake
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| The same old thing on a different day
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| I want to drive but my tank is dry
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| But the ground is wet with rain
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| Greedy people are pushing me
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| Needy people in misery
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| It’s a push & shove community
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| But how the hell can I complain
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| On the other side of town
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| People are sleeping on the ground
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| Look not far and you will find
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| A tragedy, the daily grind
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| Seems like when the times are tough
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| That hope is down and the price goes up
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| There’s not enough jobs to fill a cup
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| And the streets are filled with shame
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| Here I am in a traffic jam
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| And ugly faces stare me down
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| They call this the right side of town
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| But still I can’t complain
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| On the other side of town
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| People are sleeping on the ground
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| Fighting wars that can’t be won
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| Twelve year-old boy with a gun
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| Look not far and you will find
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| A tragedy, the daily grind |