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Poverty makes people fight
I was born quite a few years ago
under a old roof
I was a weight and a new worry
To my poor father and mother
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Now I'm not blaming my father nor my mother
I can see what life is now
Poverty makes people fight
so then even love stops
Often I would listen to their fights
I cried in the corner of the room
And hated my father and mother
I didn't know the real truth