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Nobody move and nobody gets paid |
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What have you done with all the money you made? |
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They said "Sell! Sell!" but there's nothing to buy |
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When mom and dad dream they see apple pie |
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They yell "Eat! Eat!" but the taste has gone bad |
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Now the ponytail police |
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Counts all the money that we once had |
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It's nothing personal |
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'cause nothing's personal |
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It's nothing personal |
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'cause nothing's personal |
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Nobody talk and nobody gets heard |
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'cause money talks without saying a word |
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They say "Hey! Hey! What else can we kill? |
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And where should we send the hospital bill?" |
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They say "Oh, no! There's no way we can die!" |
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But for all the money in the world |
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There are just some things you just can't buy |
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It's nothing personal |
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'cause nothing's personal |
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It's nothing personal |
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'cause nothing's personal |
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But if everyone's singing out |
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And everyone's dancing now |
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There's no reason for standing around |
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'cause we're dead when we're lying down |
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If everyone's singing out |
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And everyone's dancing now |
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There's no reason for standing around |
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'cause we're dead when we're lying down |
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But if everyone's singing out |
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And everyone's dancing now |
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There's no reason for standing around |
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'cause we're dead when we're lying down |
