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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 backdoor
Find yourself a backdoor
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 is waiting for?
Maybe it´s me, but i´m sick of wasting energy
Maybe if i look in my heart I could find a backdoor
Find yourself a backdoor
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
Find yourself a backdoor
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)