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I'm a worker, I'm poor,
I am that middle class
The smell of gunpowder rubbing our lives.
The cloud-covered sun lives in darkness
I cultivate dreams in dreamy soil .
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I am that middle class
The smell of gunpowder rubbing our lives.
The cloud-covered sun lives in darkness
I cultivate dreams in dreamy soil .
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