| Wish I could lie in the sun
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| The same things as anyone
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| Wish I could lie down there
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| With my feet high in the air
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| I’d have a drink in my hand
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| Read words from a newspaper stand
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| Wish I could lie in the sun
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| Wish I could fly like everyone
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| The same things as anyone
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| The same things as anyone
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| But you burn me up, you paint my skin
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| In bad designs that ain’t even in
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| My skin’s crawling up the wall
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| Into the the ocean I’d love to fall
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| I hear the sounds but they ain’t the same
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| As feeling them with you two feet away
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| There’s always more worse of than me
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| Suppose I’m lucky I can even see
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| All the people that I’d like to be
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| Passing me by everyday in the street
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| The same things as anyone
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| The same things as anyone
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| But you burn me up, you paint my skin
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| In bad designs that ain’t even in
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| I got good lungs, I got a good heart
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| My mind is fit and my feet can walk
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| Here I am in the shade on the street
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| Asking people for money to eat
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| What did I ever do to deserve this?
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| Did I kill a child or something worse?
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| The same things as anyone
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| What’s the reason, baby make you feel
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| How much more fortunate you are than me |