| Poverty, misery in the ghetto
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| Poverty, misery in the ghetto
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| Born in Jamaica in the middle of the ghetto
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| I never know happiness, oooh yes
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| 'Cause life in the ghetto, is only filled with pain
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| Poverty and pain every day, each and every day
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| Yoo-hoo-hoo-ooh
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| The mothers are crying, how their sons they are dying
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| Sisters have all gone astray, every day
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| 'Cause poverty steps through the door
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| And love flies through the window
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| Just like a bird love flies away, in the skies away
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| Yoo-hoo-hoo-ooh
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| Poverty, misery in the ghetto
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| Poverty, misery in the ghetto
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| Yoo-hoo-hoo-ooh
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| The mothers are crying, how their sons they are dying
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| Sisters have all gone astray, every day
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| 'Cause poverty steps through the door
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| And love flies through the window
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| Just like a bird love flies away, in the skies away
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| Yoo-hoo-hoo-ooh
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| Poverty |