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A cripple, a leper, a blind man, |
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Homeless, brain-damaged, antique, |
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The king of the beggars, he walks in the street, |
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And these are the words that he speaks: |
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\"My daughter, my daughter, |
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Her we adore, |
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She's earning good money, |
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She's a hard-working whore. |
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No legs, no arms, we're blind, and can't speak, |
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We beg that your heart it grows weak.\" |
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The king of the beggars, he walks in the street, |
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And these are the words that he speaks: |
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\"My daughter, my daughter, |
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Her we adore, |
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She's earning good money, |
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She's a hard-working whore; |
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Well, we live and we work in the street...\" |