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diana jones - poverty lyrics

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poverty, poverty
empty hands and icy feet
a bed so cold i cannot sleep
in the arms of poverty

busy being born or dying
you have left your children crying
more will come to work for sure
worried, dark, sick, and poor

poverty, poverty
you have laid a hand on me
in a room so dark i cannot see
through the eyes of poverty

mother you have mourned too long
felt your sons and daughters torn
from your arms and from your home
sad and weary world to roam

poverty, poverty
day and night clever thief
our hearts are head, our streets are mean
in the throes of poverty

we arе hungry through and through
lonesome like wе never knew
doing things we would not do
if it had not been for you
poverty, poverty
how much longer will it be
loose the chains and set us free
from the grip of poverty

poverty, poverty
empty hands and icy feet
a bed so cold i cannot sleep
in the arms of poverty

- diana jones lyrics

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