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Not a book, I’m just pages
Working hard for minimum wages
I been talking with a friend of mine
But he can barely ever find the time

Says he got his ducks in a row
Making less than what he owes
Though we all got bills to pay
Living day to day, and I say

Here I Am, exactly where I find myself
Here I Am, again, exactly where I find myself

Asked the server who brings the drinks
Want to know what she really thinks
Went to college, got a masters, too
Now she doesn’t know what to do

Working hard to make it on her own
But it’s hard to do it all alone
She can’t seem to catch a break
And she says

Here I Am, exactly where I find myself
Here I Am, again, exactly where I find myself x2

We’re the victim of the modern age
We know it well, it’s all the rage
Always acting like we know what’s right,
But you have to look to see the light

When we modify our point of view
The lens we use to see it though
We can see in shades of gray, and we say

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from The Art of Living Hand To Mouth, released July 28, 2020

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Edward Kildow Boise, Idaho

Singer-songwriter from Boise, ID.

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