Caught in the Blind Spot
I'm sittin' in my car waiting on a friend on the Wal-Mart lot
Overcast and gloomy, like my mood from the cold I caught
Watching the door to dance away quick like a skilled fox trot
The tired, the poor, the huddled masses, lost in the blind spot
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Out of the corner, I see him checkin' me out, dares to be caught
Missing link in his chain of command, not right by a long shot
Dragging up from the rear, obese and with child, thickens the plot
The tired, the poor, the huddled masses, lost in the blind spot
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The old and the gray, pallid, dirty, the sick, crippled and forgot
I watch the parade, a simmering stew cast in the melting pot
Leave me alone, don't want to see where I might be another not
The tired, the poor, the huddled masses, lost in the blind spot
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Roxsan say my plates, little sports coupe that looks so hot
Not many of us, she says, connects to me like dot to dot
Not my name I say to myself, not like me, another lie bought
The tired, the poor, the huddled masses, lost in the blind spot
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Old man in the doorway braced on a cart leans to greet a small tot
Everyday at his post, like a proud ghost, lucky to afford him a cot
How did this happen, there's the machine, but where is our slot
The tired, the poor, the huddled masses, lost in the blind spot
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