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AmI know a maFn Who doesn't have Gmany friends Am I know a placFe he lives Where trouGble never ends Em AmI know its harFd for him To rGead 'tween the lines Am And his dayEms are getting so much shorter Am
AmHe simply tuFrns away And doGns a bitter frownAm His world is crumFbling His sGhip is weighted down Em AmHe doesn't caFre As long as he cGan wear the crown Am I kEmnow this man all too well Am Its my pooFr friend me G A portraEmyal of the great dichotomy Am
(A reminder of A tragic history)
Its my pooFr friend me G And I'm runEmning out of steam Am
I know there are people Who are cynical and vain They point their finger 'cuz they can't accept the blame They live their lives Under a blanket of shame and their progeny Crawl from underneath it
FLately I've come To see the soluAmtion And itG begiFns witEmh me Am FBut I'm so fallibly humanAm I've pGicked the lock But will not turn the key Em
Of people running scared We live, breathe and die Off to a world, our time is slipping on by We have solutions, but don't even try And I feel I know just who to blame