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If it's true a rich man leads a sad life |
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That's what they say from day to day |
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Then what do all the poor do with their lives? |
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On Judgment Day with nothing to say? |
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I've been beat up, I've been thrown out |
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But I'm not down, I'm not down |
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I've been shown up, but I've grown up |
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And I'm not down, no I'm not down |
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On my own I faced a gang of jeering |
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In strange streets |
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When my nerves were pumping and I fought my fear in |
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I didn't run, I was not done |
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I've been beat up, I've been thrown out |
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But I'm not down, no I'm not down |
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I've been shown up, but I've grown up |
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And I'm not down, no I'm not down |
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And I have lived that kind of day |
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When none of your sorrows will go away |
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Go down and down and hit the floor |
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Down and down and down some more, depression |
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But I know there'll be some way |
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When I can swing everything back my way |
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Like skyscrapers rising up |
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Floor by floor, not giving up |
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So you rock around and think that you're the toughest |
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In the world, the whole wide world |
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But you're streets away from where it gets the roughest |
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You ain't been there |
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I've been beat up, I've been thrown out |
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But I'm not down, no I'm not down |
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I've been shown up, but I've grown up |
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And I'm not down, no I'm not down |
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I'm not down |
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No, I'm not down |
