See the fence around me,
Owned by someone else I pay for the right,,
To call it 'property',
For what was a high price ten years ago,
Now's basically a steal,
Until he decides he'd like his fence back,
Then there's nowhere in this town I could deal,
But this is not just where my house is found,
It is also my home,
I'm tied to it by offspring living here,
Not facts you need to know,
It's not so bad,
I'm not living through drought,
Persecuted, or under oppression,
With freedom to decide my own way out.
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