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ITS A POOR RIGHT GAME

some us won't more
so other open the door
tho who walk
and talk
in the rain suffer pain
you and i could gain
there was king
they said he was insane
tho he was stop 
he seen the mountain top
his thing was not fame
IT WAS A POOR RIGHT GAME

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