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The things I do for money, I'll never understand |
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I used to be quite critical but now I find I'm cynical |
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A lady with a starving baby miles away from me |
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No problems there, just life and death |
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What the hell is wrong with me |
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And everybody else |
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No questions asked |
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Just get receipts and write them off |
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Expenses - taxes are a bitch these days |
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Yet the lady and the baby starve |
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waiting for a contribution in a UNICEF box |
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In a drugstore in this ugly little town |
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The things I do for money |
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I'll never understand |
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The world is just a marble |
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In the palm of my hand |
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The palm of my hand |
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The palm of my hand |
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The things I do for money |
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I'll never understand |
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The world is just a marble |
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In the palm of my hand |
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The things I waste my time on, I'll never understand |
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I used to be quite practical but now I find I'm tactical |
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I scrape and scheme and struggle hard |
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To get myself ahead |
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Have no concern for anyone but me |
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The things I do for money |
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I'll never understand |
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The world is just a marble |
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In the palm of my hand |
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The palm of my hand |
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The palm of my hand |
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The palm of my hand |
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The palm of my hand |
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(instrumental) |
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The things I do for money |
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I'll never understand |
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The world is just a marble |
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In the palm of my hand |