| You may write me down in history
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| With your bitter twisted lies
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| You may trod me down in the very dirt
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| And still like the dust I’ll rise
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| Does my happiness upset you
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| Why are you best with gloom
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| Cause I laugh like I’ve got an oil well
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| Pumpin' in my living room
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| So you may shoot me with your words
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| You may cut me with your eyes
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| And I’ll rise
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| I’ll rise
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| I’ll rise
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| Out of the shacks of history’s shame
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| Up from a past rooted in pain
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| I’ll rise
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| I’ll rise
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| I’ll rise
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| Now did you want to see me broken
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| Bowed head and lowered eyes
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| Shoulders fallen down like tear drops
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| Weakened by my soulful cries
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| Does my confidence upset you
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| Don’t you take it awful hard
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| Cause I walk like I’ve got a diamond mine
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| Breakin up in my front yard
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| So you may shoot me with your words
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| You may cut me with your eyes
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| And I’ll rise
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| I’ll rise
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| I’ll rise
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| Out of the shacks of history’s shame
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| Up from a past rooted in pain
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| I’ll rise
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| I’ll rise
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| I’ll rise
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| So you may write me down in history
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| With your bitter twisted lies
|
| You may trod me down in the very dirt
|
| And still like the dust I’ll rise
|
| Does my happiness upset you
|
| Why are you best with gloom
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| Cause I laugh like I’ve got a goldmine
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| Diggin' up in my living room
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| Now you may shoot me with your words
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| You may cut me with your eyes
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| And I’ll rise
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| I’ll rise
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| I’ll rise
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| Out of the shacks of history’s shame
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| Up from a past rooted in pain
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| I’ll rise
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| I’ll rise
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| I’ll rise |