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« Privilege »
Incubus
Isn’t it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn’t it wierd that a privilege coule 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 a line, dragging you 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’s waiting for?
Maybe it’s me, but I’m sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find that 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 wierd that a privilege coule 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 a line, dragging you 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’s waiting for?
Maybe it’s me, but I’m sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find that 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.
