| He was born and raised in privilege
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| Took everything it gave
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| Had financial help from his father
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| And this enabled him to believe in the things
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| He did try hard, God forbid he should give in to pointless wandering
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| But he would wander from time to time
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| Seeking guidance from the Holy he tried to find the truth
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| Among the radical revolutionaries
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| Who canonized his youth
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| And gathering strength from the feeling that
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| To believe could undoubtable change the world
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| Turned his back on education
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| And listened to the word
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| So with little or no formal education
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| He taught himself to work
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| Would often steal the pain it took
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| To rise up from the dirt
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| And out of desperation would
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| Disturb the millionaires
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| Whose patronage had helped the power
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| Rise up from thin air
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| Then he sunk back into despair
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| Take me out in another world
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| Keep me warm and dry
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| Where other men are worrying
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| And other men must die
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| And when the lies are spoken
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| Give endurance to the weak
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| And when the heart of a man is broken
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| Give the power to believe |