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I ain't got too much money, I ain't got too much sense |
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Long ago I had a dream but that's no ?reconvenes? |
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My father was a blind man, my brother was a fool |
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My mother told me God is love |
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But hatred makes the rules |
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Teach me to fly, so I ?shall? drag my feet in the sand |
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Give me the sky, I will would take the whole world in my hand |
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Well, don't you tell me that cannot last at all |
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Before you know I'll come and go |
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And make you if I can |
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Maybe I'm a beggar, just check your symphony |
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They throw away the gentle love |
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that keep their ?pan? for me |
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Can we be free, in a world where to love is to own? |
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Well when will we see, that a man must face life all alone? |
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Maybe I'm a beggar, just check your symphony |
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They throw away the gentle love |
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that keep their ?pan? for me |
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Teach me to fly, so I ?shall? drag my feet in the sand |
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Give me the sky, I will would take the whole world in my hand |
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Can we be free, in a world where to love is to own? |
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Well when will we see, that a man must face life all alone? |
