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Lines

Things aren't getting better

With all these lines

Across the sand

Through another land

But we can pretend its fine

 

Once blue collar, never white collar

You're stuck with the dollars

You earn

And only learn

What you must

Cause these lines keep us separate

So just forget it

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merrick-mctaggard
Canadian
Published
Apr 6, 2016
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