| Down and out in the city
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| Won’t you give a boy a break
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| Juvenile on trial before committee
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| Taken all he can take
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| But the king shall have his vengeance
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| Especially on the poor
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| Some say preaching to converted
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| Me, I’m not too sure
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| Spring she comes and spring she teases
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| Brings summer winds and summer breezes
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| Blow through your hair till autumn leaves us
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| When autumn leaves us, oh how winter freezes
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| And the child is still breathing
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| With the beating of a heart
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| Some say we are equal
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| Some a million miles apart
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| Oh my god
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| Oh my god
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| But the king shall have his vengeance
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| While the Queen she represents the innocent
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| And the child so dependent
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| But the seasons conquer all
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| Spring she comes and spring she teases
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| Brings summer winds and summer breezes
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| Blow through your hair till autumn leaves us
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| When autumn leaves, oh how winter freezes, oh how winter freezes
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| But the king shall have his vengeance
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| Especially on the poor
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| Some say preaching to converted
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| Me, I’m not so sure |