Poor Rich Ones - This Great Standing Still

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Recycled days go by
Killing my inspiration
Starts every new day with a lesson
Ends up, couldn’t care less
And Everything that would change me
Has grown into its own routines
And if try to break free
I cannot even make it out of this room
This great standing still is killing me
This great standing still is killing me
Oh it’s killing me
Cannot change the world
With a t-shirt slogan
It seems like the old side
Is none of my concern
And start writing letters
That I never finish
And I pick up my cell phone
Running out of coins
This great standing still is killing me
This great standing still is killing me
Oh it’s killing me
The man on the cigarette pack
Has already died from smoking
I recall as I light another one
And this year’s event
Past me by
And I was spinning
Singing about this…
This great standing still is killing me
This great standing still is killing me
This great standing still is killing me
Oh it’s killing me
This great standing still is killing me
This great standing still is killing me
This great standing still is killing me
Oh it’s killing me