they're the chosen people
they know how to play the game
you can tell by the capital letters
that follow their names
I'd like to get to know them
but they just can't seem to see
there's a human being inside of me
they're the chosen people
east side of the street
the nicest people
you'd ever want to meet
and it may break your heart
but you'll never get in
there's a human being inside my skin
they're the chosen people
I feel lower than dirt
it's nobody's fault
but there's only one side that gets hurt
soon they'll forget
completely about me
they won't notice they're without me
there's a human being they can't see
there's a human being inside of me
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