| Had my congregation, had my flock
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| When I was a shepherd of men
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| Chased the wild goose, chased the pot of gold
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| Chased the rainbows end
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| How can a poor boy deliver this message to you?
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| How can a poor boy? |
| You don’t believe anything that’s true
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| Had my rise, had my downfall
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| Now I’m gonna rise up again
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| Had my degrees, my initiations
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| Not speaking to the profane
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| How can a poor boy get this message to you?
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| How can a poor boy when you don’t believe a thing that’s true?
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| Alright
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| I’ve been anointed, been appointed
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| Even been magnified
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| Spied a chapel all of gold
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| The priest was laying down with the swine
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| How can a poor boy get a little message to you?
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| How can a poor boy when you don’t believe anything is true?
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| How can a poor boy get this message through to you?
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| How can a poor boy when you don’t believe a single thing is true?
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| Alright
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| Watch the illusion of false security
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| Play of the shadows that move
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| Tell me what evil lurks in the hearts of men
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| Only the shadow knows
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| How can a poor boy get this message to you?
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| How can a poor boy when you don’t believe a thing that’s true, for you
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| When you don’t believe a thing, nothing that’s true for you
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| How can a poor boy ever get next to you? |