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| Hands in Your Pocket (Richard Marx) |
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| We're all victims of the systemstill we love to place the blame
we're running out of choices and there's no rules to the game.
I'm getting tired of feeling this way
what can a single man do? what can he say?
Every day you walk the edge of a knife
you're left with nothing at the end of your life.
They've got their hands in your pocket
they'll take the clothes off your back...
...They'll stop you like a heart attack.
We put people into power but we fight our wars alone
they take such good care of the rest of the world
butwhat about the folks?
At homeoh yeah! Point the finger at the man you chose
he'll say he's sorrybut it's just the way it goes.
He sits in judgement like a king on a throne
'till that November when he'll beg for a bone...
...Brotherdon't ignore the facts...!
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