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Now I ain't losy my nerve because |
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I don't want to burn. |
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And I wouldn't say my missionary zeal is gone. |
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There's a high wind up ahead. |
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We've left our old for dead. |
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Our dancing days are numbered. |
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Yeah - they ain't got long. |
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Yeah - it's alright. |
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Yeah- it's okay. |
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You can move up through the corporate ranks. |
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No use running with the |
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Chinese coming. |
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And I don't wanna see this world burn no more. |
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It's dog versus master in this ruling class of gangsters. |
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And I don't wanna see this world burn no more. |
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Georgie wrote a book and |
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Sarah's naming names. |
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Obama's on the hook and |
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O'Reilly's laying blame. |
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They saved |
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Reagan's brain and there's bodies on the plane. |
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Our dancing days are numbered. |
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Yeah - we're going up in flames. |
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Yeah - it's alright. |
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Yeah - it's okay. |
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No one penetrates the |
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Wall Street ranks. |
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There's no use running with the |
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Chinese coming. |
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And I don't wanna see this world burn no more. |
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It's dog versus master in this ruling class of gangsters. |
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And I don't wanna see this world burn no more. |
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I'll see you in the slip. |
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There's houses left to flip. |
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No sense bumming with the payback coming. |
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And I don't want to see this world burn no more |