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It Just Ain't There
I whisper to the snails
Who’d sooner die much less fail
There’s nothing left inside those eyes
As tears drop into pails
The light is warm but I can’t touch it
Till I pay the rent
But the man is hollering back at me
With just too much demand
But as I look up to the sky
The helicopter’s still there
Constantly judging me
A supersonic glare
And I know that we can’t win
We’re fighting for a freedom
That we know just ain’t there
I whisper to the men
Who’d sooner die much less fail
There’s nothing left inside your eyes
As tears drop into pails
The light is warm but you can’t touch it
Till you pay the rent
The man is hollering back at you
With just too much demand.
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