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Rapp |
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When I was growing up |
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And times were hard |
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Many people often thought |
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They owned me |
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When I got older |
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I knew that they were wrong |
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But now that conviction |
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Has outgrown me |
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Once I knew a beggarman |
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Like you or me |
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He cried out: |
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I want no one to hold me. |
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He chased after freedom |
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And he drank from every cup |
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Now he knows everything |
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But why he's lonely |
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I knew a girl |
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From a fancy school |
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Who hated lies |
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She threw away illusions |
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From her hand |
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She kicked away each fading truth |
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As it came under her eyes |
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When she looked down |
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She had no place to stand |
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I know that people |
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Can get messed up bad |
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Not even believe |
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They can get through it all |
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Someone to love |
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And someone's child |
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Are simple things, it's true |
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But in this world |
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We never made |
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The simple things will do |
