"I know we've got it good,
But they've got it made,
And the grass is getting greener each day.
I know things are looking up,
But soon they'll take us down,
Before anybody's knowing our name.
Do you think I'm special?
Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Beetween the noise you hear
And the sounds you like
Ale we just sinking in the ocean of faces?
The rain can fall
Only when it's over our heads.
The sun is shining everyday, but it's far away
Over the world that's dead."
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