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Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy? Isn't it weird that a privilege could 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 back door. Find yourself a back door. 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 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 a back door. Find yourself a back door. I see you in line, dragging your feet You have my sympathy. The day you were born, you were born free. That is your, that is your, privilege Find yourself a back door Letras de cancionesI see you in line, dragging your feet You have my sympathy. The day you were born, you were born free. That is your privilege. I see you in line, dragging your feet You have my sympathy. The day you were born, you were born free. That is your, that is your, privilege That is your, that is your That is your privilege. From Letras Mania