| Well they tell me about the pie up in the sky
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| Waiting for me when I die
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| But between the day your born and when you die
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| They never seem to hear even your cry
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| So as soon as the sun will shine
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| I’m gonna get my shine out what’s mine
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| And then the harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all
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| The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all
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| Well the opus' are trying to keep me down
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| Trying to drag me underground
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| And they think that they have got the battle won
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| I say forgive them lord the do not what they’ve done
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| So as soon as the sun will shine
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| I’m gonna get my shine out what’s mine
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| And then the harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all
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| The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all
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| Well I’ll keep on fighting for the things I want
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| Though I know that when you dead you gone
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| But I’d rather be a free man in my grave
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| Then living as a puppet or a slave
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| So as soon as the sun will shine
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| I’m gonna get my shine out what’s mine
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| And then the harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all
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| The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all
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| The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all |