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You may write me down in history |
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With your bitter twisted lies |
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You may tread me down in the very dirt |
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And still like the dust I'll rise |
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Does my happiness upset you |
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Why are you beset with gloom |
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'Coz I laugh like I've got an oil well |
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Pumping in my living room |
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So you may shoot me with your words |
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You may cut me with your eyes |
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And I'll rise, I'll rise, I'll rise |
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Rise, rise |
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Out of the shacks of history's shame |
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Up from a past rooted in pain |
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I'll rise, I'll rise, I'll rise |
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Rise, rise |
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Now did you want to see me broken |
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Bowed head and lowered eyes |
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Shoulders fallen down like tear drops |
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Weakened by my soulful cries |
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Does my confidence upset you |
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Don't you take it awful hard |
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'Coz I walk like I've got a diamond mine |
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Breaking up in my front yard |
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So you may shoot me with your words |
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You may cut me with your eyes |
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And I'll rise, I'll rise, I'll rise |
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Rise, rise |
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Out of the shacks of history's shame |
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Up from a past rooted in pain |
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I'll rise, I'll rise, I'll rise |
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Rise, rise |
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You may write me down in history |
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With your bitter twisted lies |
|
You may tread me down in the very dirt |
|
And still like the dust I'll rise |
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Does my happiness upset you |
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Why are you beset with gloom |
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'Coz I laugh like I've got a goldmine |
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Digging up in my living room |
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So you may shoot me with your words |
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You may cut me with your eyes |
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And I'll rise, I'll rise, I'll rise |
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Rise, rise |
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Out of the shacks of history's shame |
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Up from a past rooted in pain |
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I'll rise, I'll rise, I'll rise |
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Rise, rise |
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Yes I'll rise |
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You may shoot me with your words |
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You may cut me with your eyes |
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And I'll rise, I'll rise, I'll rise |
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Rise, rise |
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Out of the shacks of history's shame |
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Up from a past rooted in pain |
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I'll rise, I'll rise, I'll rise |
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Rise, rise |
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I'm gonna rise, I'll rise, I'll rise |
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Rise, rise |
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I'll rise, I'll rise, I'll rise |
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Rise, rise |
