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This song was written after a visit to Thailand by Mr. Ray Korona. He met labour organizers, teenage women, who had lost cousins, brothers and sisters in a toy factory fire. These girls were eager to tell their stories about the factory. They explained that they had nothing more to lose. The only thing they wanted now was dignity, and therefore, despite the tragical accident, the author wanted to write the song on a positive note. |
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Verse I'm young, just in my teens, I make toys here in Thailand-- The pig lady and the big ears mouse; you'd think this is fairyland. But the bosses are in your face. They push and yell all day. They need more toys somewhere far away. And you can't live on what they pay. Chorus Verse Repeat Chorus Bridge Verse Repeat Chorus
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