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Get up in the morning |
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Slaving for bread, sir |
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So that every mouth |
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Can be fed |
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Poor me, the Israelite |
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Get up in the morning |
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Slaving for bread, sir |
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So that every mouth |
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Can be fed |
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Poor me, the Israelite |
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My wife and my kids |
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They are packed up and leave me |
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Darling, she said |
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I was yours to be seen |
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Poor me, the Israelite |
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Shirt them a-tear up |
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Trousers are gone |
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I don't want to end up |
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Like Bonnie and Clyde |
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Poor me, the Israelite |
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After a storm |
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There must be a calm |
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They catch me in the farm |
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You sound the alarm |
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Poor me, the Israelite |
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Get up in the morning |
|
Slaving for bread, sir |
|
So that every mouth |
|
Can be fed |
|
Poor me, the Israelite |
|
My wife and my kids |
|
They are packed up and leave me |
|
Darling, she said |
|
I was yours to be seen |
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Poor me, the Israelite |
|
Shirt them a-tear up |
|
Trousers are gone |
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I don't want to end up |
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Like Bonnie and Clyde |
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Poor me, Israelite |
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After a storm |
|
There must be a calm |
|
They catch me in the farm |
|
You sound the alarm |
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Poor me, Israelite |
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Poor me, Israelite |
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Poor me, Israelite |
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Poor |
