Last to be picked
At the bottom of the stack
At the end of the queue
Something of no value
When it's here
You lifted and you threw
When it's gone
It won't bother you
Something of no value
It'd be too late to say
You cared all the way
When what you hold today
Out of your hand, far away
Last to be picked
At the bottom of the stack
At the end of the queue
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