The Prince and the Paupers
Dragging, Lagging
You don't seem to mind
Hauling, Falling
They're getting behind
The well's run dry
But what do you do?
You spend and you lie
About what they've gone through
Dragging, Lagging
Do you even care?
Hauling, Falling
No water to spare
While you sit on your throne
They fight to survive
While your pockets have grown
The well has run dry
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