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I walk the streets to see a homeless man |
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With his outstretched hands |
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You know he want somethin' to eat |
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Or maybe another bag of meth for his head |
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But he want the dollar, the dollar, the dollar |
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On my way home, |
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I like to go past |
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All the nice neighborhoods |
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See all the big houses |
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Costs money everywhere |
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And I want the dollar, the dollar, the dollar |
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Ooh, it's my lucky day |
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Now that I can chase that man away |
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I feel like |
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I can do anything |
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OhOoh, it's my lucky day |
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Now that I can chase that man away |
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I feel like |
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I can do anything |
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Darlin', I can buy everything |
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Gave back my soul, so fresh, so clean |
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Smiling those pearly whites |
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Then waited till |
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I was fast asleep |
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To rob me in the middle of the night |
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For the dollar, a dollar, that dollar |
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With a little bit of money in one hand |
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Contract in the other |
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He wanted it so bad |
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He'd enslave his own brother |
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For the dollar, a dollar, the dollar, yeah |
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Ooh, it's my lucky day |
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Now that I can chase that man away |
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I feel like |
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I can do anything |
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Darling, I can buy everything |
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Ooh, it's my lucky day |
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Now that I can chase that man away |
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I feel like |
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I can do anything |
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Yeah, your life has no meaning at all |
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And it's all set up for you to fall |
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That'll make you believe |
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Oh, don't you believe it, no, no |
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Yeah, your life has no meaning at all |
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And it's all set up for you to fall |
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Why don't you believe it |
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Man, don't you believe it, no, no, yeah |
