And while the desperate feed on the hungry
Above they exist without a thought
In all their glory
Their glory
From what hand came the starving
The same hand dealt the winner’s cards?
Or they have the chance
Every day to change it
And they don’t
And while the desperate feed on the hungry
Above they exist without a thought
In all their glory
Their glory
From what hand came the starving
The same hand dealt the winner’s cards?
Or they have the chance
Every day to change it
And they don’t
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