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We/They

We're the ones that they call blessed
We got a bigger house and a nicer bendz
They're just lazy-it must be their fault
We were born with food in our mouths
They're just complaining-they don't know pain,
Just the other day we had a headache!
How can things be different just around the block?
They really gotta stop.
And we, well we are just free
Free to love anything we please
They are ugly-- sure don't fit
We don't want to try to handle it.
And we were here first and that's OUR toy
They're asking us what we mean?
They're just stupid
They should just die
We sure ain't gunna help 'em fly
And we're gunna keep making an excuse
Saying helping these weirdos ain't no use
But I wanna rope down the sun
I ain't coming undone

But I-I'm just one little girl
And I-I need the rest of the world.





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