| I didn’t know when I was lucky
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| Discontented feeling bad
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| Filled with envy
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| For possessions other people had
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| I found my pride had always hurt me
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| Fought the world to gain control
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| Not realizing
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| I was sitting on a beach of gold
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| Oh Lord, I’m a poor man
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| With all the riches I can hold
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| I’m a beggar
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| And I’m sitting on a beach of gold
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| The problems I encountered
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| Gave me strength, helped me sustain
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| To know the pleasure
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| First I had to cure the pain
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| When I was searching for solutions
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| I found the answer lay in me
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| I’m a drifter
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| But I’m drifting on a silver sea
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| Oh Lord, I’m a poor man
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| With all the riches I can hold
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| I’m a beggar
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| And I’m sitting on a beach of gold
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| I didn’t have courage
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| My life was as dark as night
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| When alone in the darkness
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| I saw the brightest light
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| Let the light shine down
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| Are you out there now on empty
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| Feel you’ve nothing left to give
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| Sick of trying
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| Have you lost the will to live?
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| Don’t be drowning in the shallows
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| With the beach so near at hand
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| Hear the voice say, «Stand up, get up
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| And join me on the gilded sand»
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| Come and join me on the beach
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| With all the riches I can hold
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| 'Cause I’m a beggar
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| And I’m sitting on a beach of gold
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| Oh Lord, I’m a poor man
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| With all the riches I can hold
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| I’m a beggar
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| I’m sitting on a beach of gold
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| My children my salvation
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| The father to this man
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| They’re my teachers
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| Playing on the golden sand
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| With my family all around me
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| I’ve all the riches I can hold
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| I’m a beggar
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| Sitting on a beach of gold
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| Oh Lord, I’m a poor man
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| With all the riches I can hold |