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My Daughter Lyrics

A cripple, a leper, a blind man,
homeless, brain-damaged, antique,
the king of the beggars, he walks in the street,
and these are the words that he speaks:
"My daughter, my daughter,
her we adore,
she's earning good money,
she's a hard-working w****.
No legs, no arms, we're blind, and can't speak,
we beg that your heart it grows weak."
The king of the beggars, he walks in the street,
and these are the words that he speaks:
"My daughter, my daughter,
her we adore,
she's earning good money,
she's a hard-working w****;
well, we live and we work in the street..."
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