That is your privilege

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 life isn’t going anywhere
Maybe if we looked hard enough we could find a back door
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
Isn’t it strange that the man standing in front of me
Doesn’t have a clue why he’s waiting or what he’s waiting for
Maybe it’s me but I’m sick of wasting energy
Maybe if I look in my heart, I can find a back a door
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
That 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
I see you in line dragging your feet
You have my sympathy
The day you were born you were born free
That is your
That is your privilege

Incubus - "Privilege"

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De vez em quando, lembro-me de percorrer as minhas playlists de há uns anos atrás, as quais incluem músicas das quais agora quase nem me recordo a não ser que algo desperte essa memória. E hoje foi um pouco por aí que voltei ao "Make Yourself" dos Incubus, álbum lançado em finais de 1999 (alguém me corrija se eu estiver errada, mas creio que foi por aí). E ouvi-los, ouvir os Incubus dessa altura, lembra-me porque é que fui a Lisboa em 2001 (!) vê-los ao Coliseu dos Recreios, porque é que no ano seguinte tornei a viajar até à capital (desta vez foi já no Pavilhão Atlântico) e porque é que os tornei a ver em Paredes de Coura no mesmo ano. :)
*momento saudosista*