Ballad of a Freeloader

from You And I, Animals by Black & White Envelope

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Outskirts of city on the back of hopping trains
'Round the end of eight o'clock
All the faces are away
I was on time
Anywhere I went I got unlike the cops
Unlike the man who takes the tickets
for your seat 'cause it's his job

What a complete job
It's such a free job

In all the groups we have our friends
Sometimes I don't have mine
Decided that they'd leave me behind
Or did I?
I cast a catastrophic, blackened energy
It pours out through the streets outside

My complications get in ways
When I'm in markets, I don't pay
Why should I anyway? That's how it has to be
I see the owner up above
And wonder how much I could take
Before he's just like me
Then I'd have company

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from You And I, Animals, released June 27, 2017

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