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With the right training, you lost the lowbrow accent
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and learned to fit in with the gentry,
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where you saw people spend more in one day
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than your mother made in an entire year.
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Then along comes Hixton,
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a man with an upbringing not unlike your own.
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But he owned all this, and he owned you,
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and not because of any special talent or intelligence.
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Just because he guessed six numbers,
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and you didn't.
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And taking from Hixton wasn't really stealing.
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It was just correcting a karmic injustice.