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Far below beneath a burning hot sun, our civility's waking up,
Hate your neighbor cause he's not your kind, fell out of favor,
Now he's out of luck, get in your car, fuel up and get a job,
You got no worries, you don't care that much,
Pass the beggars as they lie out on the street,
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