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What You Turned Out To Be

This day I live This heart bleeds in grieve The fact so hard believe That what I must give Is far more than I achieve A leader God called you to be Unjust you turned out to be Cant afford the bills I raise wage for thieves at high hills For political reasons they kill To protect what they steal A leader God called you to be A thief you turned out to be

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