Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore Maybe it's me, but this life isn't going anywhere Maybe if we looked hard enough we could find a back door Find yourself a back door I see you in line dragging your feet You have my sympathy The day you were born you were born free That is your privilege Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me Doesn't have a clue why he's waiting or what he's waiting for Maybe it's me but I'm sick of wasting energy Maybe if I look in my heart, I can find a back a door Find yourself a back door I see you in line dragging your feet You have my sympathy The day you were born you were born free That is your That is your privilege Find yourself a back door I see you in line dragging your feet You have my sympathy The day you were born you were born free That is your privilege I see you in line dragging your feet You have my sympathy The day you were born you were born free That is your That is your privilege
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