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You are Better Off


look at what you have
a wife, a child, a house, a car

you are better off by far

look at what you have
a great job, money and sand 
sand?

clearly this is better than none

look at what you have
why ask for more there is no need to keep score

look at what you have 
so many poor, peasants that smell and unpleasant
no need to ask
you have what you wanted 
a life full and quite well planted

quizzed, puzzled and baffled
the things most wanted belittled and trampled 

never wanted any of those things
just a father to show me what i've missed

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