Write a book ‘bout the times that
You've held your head in your hands
and you've cried
For poverty to end
Oh no (x3)
Feel the weight of the air
Fall upon your chest
It's getting hard to believe
When life's such a mess
Oh no (x3)
Apathy will set in soon
If you don't believe
When you fight you can't lose
Oh no, you can't lose, oh no
Try to stand
But your feet keep falling down
Muscles weak, atrophied
By the chill of the ground
Oh no (x3)
Apathy will set in soon
If you don't believe
When you fight you can't lose
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Apathy will set in soon
If you don't believe
When you fight you can't lose
....