Living in the city where the poverty prevails Sleeping on the side walk you can hear the sirens wail Dining with the rats down on 42nd street Begging for some money, hungry for something to eat Wasted and falling through the cracks Dying while lying on your back VICTIM OF THE SYSTEM Freezing by the fire while you're chilling to the bone Faceless in the crowd And there's no place you call home Crazy from the heat and lost in deep despair Is there no solution, doesn't anybody care? Can't get your feet back on the ground Can't you hear your voice, you can't be found Victim of the system, there's no place you can go Stranded by your country, left here on your own Victim of the system, isn't a pity Victim of the system, living in the city solo Wanted and falling through the cracks Dying while lying on your back Victim of the system there's no place you can go Left here by your country, left here on your own
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