| Getting trampled under boots of progess,
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| Ignore the pleading of the nameless faces,
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| Now with our backs against the wall
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| How long 'till we fall?
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| Do away with all the underpriviledged,
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| Demographic doesn’t fit your image,
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| Turn your blind eye, when duty calls
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| How long 'till we fall?
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| (In With The New)
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| This Is something that you can’t ignore,
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| a simple thing worth fighting for,
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| 'cause now they’re tearing down our doors.
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| So she screams out the window,
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| «I've had it up to here»
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| So sick and tired of wondering
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| where I’ll be next year…
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| Caring less about the homeless millions,
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| All the petty problems that go with them.
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| Reap the profit that reaps their lives and
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| Tell me that it’s fine.
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| Throw them out and call it relocation
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| Lower-income-housing quick solution
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| A Generation Lost
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| Now in the whirlwind of my life
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| Is where you presently reside.
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| Can I pretend you don’t exist
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| maybe just for ten more minutes?
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| My heart’s been broken into two,
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| and rusted from years of disuse.
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| So will you place upon it your hands,
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| and will you help it beat again?
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| It seems the whole world’s turned on me
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| (Bound and Gagged) in the land of the free,
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| Let’s talk this over, this game is over.
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| In with the new, out with the old,
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| Hearts of the world have grown so cold,
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| This game is over, let’s talk this over. |