Verse 1:
Write a book 'bout the times that
You've held your head in your hands

and you've cried
For poverty to end
Oh no (x3)


Verse 2:
Feel the weight of the air

Fall upon your chest
It's getting hard to believe
When life's such a mess

Oh no (x3)

Pre-chorus:

Apathy will set in soon
If you don't believe
When you fight you can't lose

Oh no, you can't lose, oh no

Verse 3:

Try to stand
But your feet keep falling down
Muscles weak, atrophied

By the chill of the ground
Oh no (x3)


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