I was a teenage adult
Fighting my own little war
Endless door doors 
Hospital corridors

Looking for some role in life
Far away from yours.

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Saw the rich man in the centre 
With the chosen few
Between those who can do 
And those who cannot do.

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All the doors we ran into
All the doors we'll push right through
Forest floors to corridors 
In a world that was not yours

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All the walls we ran into
All the walls we'll push right through
Looking for the skylight
And out into the night.

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They want to take our rights away
Listen to every word you say
Well, when did I agree to this?
I say it's none of your business.

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Set the old against the young
As if the old were never young
As if old age will never come
To the young

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All ages become the same
You'll see how fast you change

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Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor
Rich man, Poor man, Beggar man, Thief
Tinker, Tailor, Casualty, Saviour, 
Rich man, Priest, Celebrity, Deceased

Thinker, Maker, Popstar, Failure,
Torturer, Jailor, Activist, Police

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Rich man in the centre
With the chosen few
Between those who can do
And those who just won't do

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All the doors we ran into
All the doors we'll push right through
Firewalls and corridors 
Marble hears new footsteps fall.
 
All the walls we ran into
All the walls we'll push right through
Rip up rules and stumbling blocks
Pick up speed like falling rocks

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Sell the idea
That one day it could be you 
And you'll join the chosen few
Yes, you'll join the chosen few

So you tolerate inequality 
Thinking one day it will be me
And I'll be rich happy and free

Rich, happy, free.

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All the elite were on the street 
And they were begging
And they couldn't understand 
Why no one was helping

'Cause they'd long since 
Bred out our empathy
With non-stop news 
And furious apathy

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Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor
Rich man, Poor man, Beggar man, Thief
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor
Popstar, Failure, Torturer, Jailor, 
Activist, Police, Celebrity, Deceased
Thinker, Failure, Casualty, Saviour.

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I never did put my hand up to ask
How did I get on this side 
Of the bullet proof glass

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No reality and no bullet can reach me
This glass class divider protects me
And in this plush prison 
I've grown to resent
The tedious restrictions of my government

And now I'd like to impose 
These limitations on you
I build a mental prison for you
Same as the one I was voted into.

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© Tobias Zaldua