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Four and twenty years ago,
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I come into this life
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The son of a woman,
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and a man who lived in strife
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He was tired of being poor;
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and he wasn't into selling door to door
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And he worked like the devil to be more
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A different kind of poverty now upsets me so
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Night after sleepless night,
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I walk the floor and I want to know;
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why am I so alone?
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Where is my woman, can I bring her home?
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Have I driven her away?
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Is she gone?
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Morning comes to sunrise,
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and I'm driven to my bed
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I see that it is empty,
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and there's devils in my head
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I embrace the many colored beast,
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I grow weary of the torment;
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can there be no peace?
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And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease
