(Cliff)
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Well, they tell me of a pie up in the sky
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Waiting for me when I die
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But between the day you're born and when you die
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You know, they never seem to hear even your cry
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Chorus:
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So as sure as the sun will shine
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I'm gonna get my share now what is mine
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And then the harder they come
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The harder they fall
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One and all
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The harder they come
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The harder they fall
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One and all
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And the oppressors are trying to track me down
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They're trying to drive me underground
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And they think that they have got the battle won
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I say, forgive them Lord, they know not what they've done
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And I keep on fighting for the things I want
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Though I know that when you're dead you can't
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But I'd rather be a free man in my grave
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Than living as a puppet or a slave
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The Harder They Come
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| The Rolling Stones |
