Well theres a little boy waiting at the counter of a corner shop
Hes been waiting down there, waiting half the day
They never ever see him from the top
He gets pushed around, knocked to the ground
He gets to his feet and he says
What about me, it isnt fair
Ive had enough now i want my share
Cant you see i wanna live
But you just take more than you give
Well theres a pretty girl serving at the counter of the corner shop
Shes been waiting back there, waiting for her dreams
Her dreams walk in and out they never stop
Well shes not too proud to cry out loud
She runs to the street and she screams
So take a step back and see the little people
They may be young but theyre the ones
That make the big people big
So listen, as they whisper
What about me
And now im standing on the corner all the worlds gone home
Nobodys changed, nobodys been saved
And im feeling cold and alone
I guess im lucky, i smile a lot
But sometimes i wish for more than ive got
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