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  • 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 line 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 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
    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
    That is your, that is your, that is your
  • 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 line 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 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
    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
    That is your, that is your, that is your