Poverty can steal my golden prada
But it wont steal my laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn鈥檛 ever after
We will fight not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what鈥檚 right
Cause where there鈥檚 a man who has no voice
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