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Just when |
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I think I got enuff there u go & here |
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I go getting more stuff no time like the present time to put it in this bag of mine ring it up & help a girl out ain't that what credits all about just when |
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I think I don't need no more |
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I take it home and stash it in my bottom drawer |
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With my worries and regrets, my frets, my old cigarettes fillin up the bags of empty promises you left there'll be no room for my broken heart the pieces you tore apart everyone knows what money cant buy but it sure can dry these eyes |
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How much for happiness |
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I'll chase the bliss |
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I'll be the best consumerist |
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I'll break the bank |
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Till I get fixed |
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Fill my holes |
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My empty soul with |
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STUFF! Workin up a sweat with everything |
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I gotta get |
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The thrill is so immediate buy one get one for less |
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Take the bait accumulate |
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Don't hesitate the trends wont wait |
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Preyin on the lonely consumption like its holy then there's validation, symbolism television, hypnotism late night infomercialism hook line sink commercialism |
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I been low before but if |
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I have mo' maybe |
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I wont be so low |
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Oh oh there'll be no room for my broken heart the pieces you tore apart & everyone knows what money cant buy but it sure can dry these eyes |
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More & more than |
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I had bargained for wish |
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I could buy you at the store forgot to get a brand new heart get back in line to fill my cart wit |
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STUFF! I'm walkin out the door |
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To go and get my fill instead of cryin 'bout ya out my windowsill |
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And yes I know |
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I don't need one more pair of shoes |
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But their frickin cute and thanks to you |
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I still got the blues |
