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No Heart
I worked my fingers
to the bone
and I still lost
everything
that I owned
they say
it's illegally legal
to take me
to the cleaners
and strip me down
to the last of my clothes
no more home
for a working Joe
in a country
that has no heart
for the working class
to the bone
and I still lost
everything
that I owned
they say
it's illegally legal
to take me
to the cleaners
and strip me down
to the last of my clothes
no more home
for a working Joe
in a country
that has no heart
for the working class
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