Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy? Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore? Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere
is your privilege Find yourself a back door I see you in line, dragging your feet You have my sympathy The day you were born, you were born free That is your privilege
Traduction: Incube. Privilège.
: Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy? Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore? Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere
