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Going, going, going, going |
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Gone |
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She ain't hard to recognize |
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Dollar signs are in her eyes |
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Diamond buckles on her little shoes |
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My poor heart is feelin' sad |
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To know that once she could be had |
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If I'd had the price to pay her dues |
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Sold, sold, sold to the highest bidder |
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Sold, sold, sold to the gold and glitter |
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Going, going, going, going |
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Gone |
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See the mansion on the hill |
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The brand new shiny Coupe de Ville |
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Bought and paid for by the upper classes |
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The price is going up, up, up |
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In searchin' for a bigger cup |
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Her greedy little heart has lost it's glasses |
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Once upon a long, long time |
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She clung to this heart of mine |
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Simple pleasure was her only need |
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Then a seed of discontent |
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For her old environment |
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Turned her gentle passion into greed |
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Sold, sold, sold to the highest bidder |
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Sold, sold, sold to the gold and glitter |
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Going, going, going, going |
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Going, going, going, going |
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Gone |
