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[00:11.16](Bob Dylan)
[00:15.46]I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home
[00:29.24]Who uses all his power to do evil but in the end is always left so alone
[00:43.81]That man whom with his fingers cheats and whom lies with every breath
[00:58.87]Who passionately hates his life and likewise fears his death
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[01:28.51]I pity the poor immigrant whose strength is spent in vain
[01:42.72]Whose heaven is like ironsides whose tears are like rain
[01:57.64]Who eats but is not satisfied who hears but does not see
[02:12.54]Who falls in love with wealth itself and turns his back on me
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[02:41.51]I pity the poor immigrant who tramples through the mud
[02:56.05]Who fills his mouth with laughing and who fills his town with blood
[03:10.98]Whose visions in the final end must shatter like the glass
[03:25.73]I pity the poor immigrant when his gladness comes to pass
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