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If we're told we're an asset |
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Why are we treated |
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Like a problem |
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And if you brake our dreams |
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Do our hearts not go to sleep |
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Like a dump for broken dreams |
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Is how this country seems |
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Splinters of dreams |
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So it feels |
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If we're always discouraged |
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If time for us can't be afforded |
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If an open heart |
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Gets crushed down |
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What then is rewarded |
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In this world inside a jar |
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Our jobs are all we are |
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You are like a ghost |
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If you have none |
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When they say we have no use |
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They must be deaf and blind |
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Why should we take abuse |
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I pay no mind |
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If everything's perfunctory |
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Only made half-heartedly |
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If all is done by default |
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What is done from the heart |
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Like a dump for broken dreams |
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Is how this country seems |
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Splinters of dreams |
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So it feels |
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How come no one sees |
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We're just categories |
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We live and die |
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By rank |
