Privilege

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
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 Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me
 Doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's 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
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 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
 That is your
 That is your privilege