say that
Richard
Corio, owner of this old town,
with connecting codes connection,
stretches wealth around,
Bound into society
A banker's only child
He has everything a man could want
Power, grace and style
But
I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Lord, I wish that I could be,
Lord, I wish that I could be
Richard
Corey
The people paint us pictures
almost everywhere I go
Richard
Cory,
Happy
Happera
Richard
Cory at a show
And the rumors of his party
And the rumors of his yacht
Oh, we surely must be happy
With everything he's got
But
I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Lord, I wish that I could be
Lord, I wish that I could be
Richard
Curry
Lord, I wish
There'd be no poverty
Injustice and humanity
Lord, I wish,
Lord, I wish
It could be peaceful again
Lord, I wish,
Lord, I wish
No more poverty
The people paint his pictures
Almost everywhere I go
Richard
Corey,
Happy
Hoppera,
Richard
Corey at a show
And the rumors of his party,
and the rumors of his yacht
Oh, he surely must be happy
with everything he's got
But
I, I work in this factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
Lord, I wish that I could be
Lord, I wish that I could be
Lord, I wish that I could be
Richard
Corey
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