Текст песни Survivor - Poor Man's Son

aby if you really love me You had better understand That the silver in your pocket AinЎЇt no measure of a man *And though the fortunes of our fathers We aspire to rise above When youЎЇre born into a breed YouЎЇre signed in blood* **IЎЇm a poor mans son WorkinЎЇ all night long Got a bad guitar And a simple song YouЎЇre a rich mans daughter Look at what youЎЇve done You went and fell in love With a poor mans son** Baby you were born in splendor To a house of wealth and fame Your mother was a spender And you grew up on a stage
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