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