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I don't mind
Stealing Bread
From the mouths of decadence...
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already overfilled
But it's on the table,
The fire's cooking
And they're starving babies,
and the slaves are all working...
Blood is on the table,
the mouths are chokin'...
I'm goin' hungry...
I don't mind
Stealing Bread
From the mouths of decadence...
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already overfilled
But it's on the table,
The fire's cooking
And they're starving babies,
And the slaves are all working...
And it's on the table,
The mouths are choking...
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