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Love is nothing more than a stain on a dress |
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Watching things you sold being purchased for less |
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Euthanasia that's easy to ingest |
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And they call this making progress |
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If you take a billion plus a little finesse |
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And dreamy |
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Yale boys cashing in on their "success" |
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Then you take a bath in |
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Uncle Sam's treasure chest |
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That equals making progress |
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Meanwhile |
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I am drowning in an ocean of stress |
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Analyzing data for a sure, sure bet |
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An affordable commodity that |
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I can invest |
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Your loveYour sweet, sweet love |
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I guessBaby, baby it would be the best |
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If we got together tonight and regressed |
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It's not like we'd be de-evolving |
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And the world wouldn't stop revolving |
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We could forget the problems no one's solving |
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Surely I jest |
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And you're not listening anyway |
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Where we go from here baby is anybody's guess |
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So repress your insecurities and take off that dress |
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Cause the day we realize no one can clean up this mess |
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Will be a fine day for making progress |
