The tramp tromps on freedom, joy and grace
And he does it with a wicked twist of his face
There is no fate in his gate
Only heaviness and hate
Trump. Tromp. Tramp.
The tramp tromps on freedom, joy and grace
And he does it with a wicked twist of his face
There is no fate in his gate
Only heaviness and hate
Trump. Tromp. Tramp.
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