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He was born in a murderous fashion |
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The ass of the business class was his passion |
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Number by hustle, he numbered his muscles |
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Honor by honest he fell down upon us |
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And everybody's acting like they've heard something back |
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From my baby, my baby and me, oh |
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Castles and tassels and flatulent assholes |
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I love you, always |
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Standing in the sunlight, some might say that |
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Her hair was falling down from the building that day |
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The silvery ball was down by the bridge and |
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She used to take pills in the woods where she lived |
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And everybody's acting like they've heard something back |
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From my baby, my baby and me, oh |
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Castles and tassels and flatulent assholes |
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I love you, always |
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The man you scorned is self revived |
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He hides his reproach with a hollow pride |
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And everyone's a ghost as the lesson dies |
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And it's fun to be a dirty son |
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One day at the bottom of the hill where they play |
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She lost a golden coin and the troll would not trade her |
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They say she lost a fortune and she lost it to her |
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And then he grew despondent 'cause she would not desert him |
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He laid out his hand and said make me an offer |
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Then she asked the troll for just how much did it cost her |
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You got to have money, you got to have money |
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Then he told the troll that you got to have money |
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You've got to have money, you've got to have money |
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Girl, you tell your daddy that he's got to have money |
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Castles and tassels and flatulent assholes |
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And you got to have money, you got to have money |
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Castles and tassels and flatulent assholes |
