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Wake up this mornin' and the paper's on the mat |
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Poor getting poorer and the rich are getting fat again |
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Up in the towers all the bosses sitting sneezing |
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A half asleep and the rest all start to squeezing |
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Don't worry 'bout it baby, don't try to understand |
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You got your answer in your hand, throw it away |
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Throw it away, throw it away |
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Throw it away, throw it away |
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Wake up this morning there's a letter on the mat |
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Big brother wanna know where little brother's at again |
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Life is a peace of paper, goes on forever |
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Sign on the dotted line or end up in the river drowned |
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Don't worry 'bout it baby |
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Don't try to understand |
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You got the answer in your hand |
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Throw it away |
