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I was young and healthy, extremely wealthy |
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I swung in the trees and did as |
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I pleasedI thought |
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I was rich, oh yeah |
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Such sweet seduction, |
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I could feel the suction |
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Greasing my palm and doing no harm |
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Just making some deals, what a bitch |
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Money talks to me yeah, whispers in my ear |
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Gives me everything |
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I want, everything |
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I wantI had rising stock so |
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I got more pockets |
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I knew where to stick it where no one could nick it |
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I kinda went private and then, aha |
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Such sweet seclusion, no more intrusion |
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Too much food on my plate but there's guards at the gate |
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Such joy I could almost die of it, yeah |
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Money talks to me, oh yeah, lays it on the line |
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Oh, gives me everything |
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I want, everything |
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I wantMoney goes to money, yes it always returns |
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Finds its way back to the big house where it lives all alone |
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Wraithlike silent partners, operators of the system |
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Give words of quiet assurance to an otherwise healthy victim |
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Oh, it's all coming back to me |
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I would swing in the trees and |
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I'd swim in the ocean |
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I used to show some emotion |
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Wasn't to blame, |
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I feel no shame |
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The structure was shaking, was there for the taking |
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I had the resources, but then, oh no |
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Someone outbid me, |
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I can't take it with me? |
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Then I will devour it, |
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I can't go without it |
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It's simply a question of market forces |
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Money talks to me, it whispers in my ear |
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Gives me everything |
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I want, oh yeah |
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Money talks to me, laughs right in my face |
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Gives me everything |
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I want, everything |
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I wantI, I want |
