| Collide with faces veiled in paper
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| Reading line by line the pain there
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| But for the grace of code and capital
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| We’d cry out side by side
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| So why am I the one to praise?
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| Calculate the Ponzi pension to avoid
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| Unintended consequences of a choice
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| Now am I so confident I am the one
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| Earning every pretty sum and deserving every toy
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| Am I selling broken bonds or innovation?
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| Someone’s yelling get a job out of a Lincoln
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| But the human microphone will find a voice
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| And a change is gonna come, said the signal
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| To the —
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| Remind me in my western chamber
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| What this plan’s designed to save here
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| I haven’t come to say I’m sorry
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| But I swear I’m on your side
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| Oh I am not the one who preys
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| Betting on the best semesters you can buy
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| Digging out of debt, sequestered, unemployed
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| Underwater empty nesters in a slum
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| Television for the bums, helicopter for the boys
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| Marketplace of multi-culti competition
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| Building out the fossil fracking operation
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| Careful of a bird blacker than a swan
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| 'cause a change is gonna come, said the signal
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| To the noise
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| Were you never in the 99?
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| You are ever in the 99
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| We are ever in the 99
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| We are ever in the 99
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| Am I the one to praise?
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| Collide with faces veiled in paper
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| Reading line by line the pain there
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| I haven’t come to say I’m sorry
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| But I swear I’m on your side
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| We are ever in the 99 |