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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 [CHORUS:] |
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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 [CHORUS] |
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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 [CHORUS] |
