Poor and Free Songtext
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For every hundred mouths
There is one drop of breath
They make their maker sigh
And make them shout in vain


But why should we control ourselves
Aquire and preen
Why can′t we be what we just be
Poor and Free

For every kingdom down
Another builds again
They make their maker sigh
And never wonder why

But why should we distort ourselves
With what we need
Why can't we be what we just be
Poor and free