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Poverty
I sleep in and relax on the seventh day
You'll be up before the sixth hour
I have my fifth drink from the kitchen sink
You go back and forth from the dirty well
I'll let you struggle in your third world
While I struggle with my second serving
Your mother died after her first child
Yet all I do is nothing.
You'll be up before the sixth hour
I have my fifth drink from the kitchen sink
You go back and forth from the dirty well
I'll let you struggle in your third world
While I struggle with my second serving
Your mother died after her first child
Yet all I do is nothing.
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