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Thea Gilmore
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I Pity The Poor Immigrant
I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone
That man whom with his fingers cheats And who lies with every breath Who passionately hates his life And likewise, fears his death
I pity the poor immigrant Whose strength is spent in vain Whose heaven is like iron sides Whose tears are like rain
Who eats but is not satisfied Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Who hears but does not see Who falls in love with wealth itself And turns his back on me
I pity the poor immigrant Who tramples through the mud Who fills his mouth with laughing And who builds his town with blood
Whose visions in the final end Must shatter like the glass I pity the poor immigrant When his gladness comes to pass
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