| Times have been bad
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| We both have been sad
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| But, your love has made me see
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| Honey, I got you
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| Oh, and, you got me, now
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| But ain’t that a rich kind of poverty
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| I don’t hold a grudge
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| I came via the bus
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| But your love I hold desperately
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| Honey, I got you
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| Oh, and, you got me, now
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| But ain’t that a rich kind of poverty
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| Worries all around
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| Seems so far they’re here to stay
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| Knocked us to the ground, yeah
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| But, we get up some day
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Aww, yeah
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| Times have been bad
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| We both have been sad
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| But, your love has made me see
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| Honey, I got you
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| Oh, and, you got me, now
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| But ain’t that a rich kind of poverty
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| I’m rich
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| Yes, I am, baby
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| I’m so rich
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| I got you baby
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| I don’t mean money
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| And you got me, girl
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| I’m your loverman
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| Oh, I got your love
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| And I’ma call ya, oh, baby
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| Everything gonna be alright |