.She wakes up, nice white face in nice white house
On privileged white street
Goes down and has some coffee, turns the TV on
And makes herself oatmeal
The morning news, there's Charlie
Talking 'bout a place she'll never be
Where all the people died somehow of
Some sort of .
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