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In this city, I confess |
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(What is the measure of your success?) |
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I am driven to possess |
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(What is the measure of your success?) |
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Answer no one, let them guess |
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(What is the measure of your success?) |
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Are you someone I impress? |
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(What is the measure of your success?) |
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I am a big boss |
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With a short fuse |
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I have a nylon carpet and rubber shoes |
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And when I shake hands |
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You'll get a big shock |
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You'll be begging for mercy |
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When the champ is through |
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You'd better believe I'll put the clamps on you |
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In this city, be assured |
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(What is the measure of your success?) |
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Some will rise above the herd |
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(What is the measure of your success?) |
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Feed the fatted, leave the rest |
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(What is the measure of your success?) |
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This is how we won the West |
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(What is the measure of your success?) |
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I am a safebox |
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I am the inner sanctum when the door locks |
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I own the passkey |
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You say you can't take it with you? |
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We'll see about that, won't we? |
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Push...push...push |
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In this city, I confess |
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God is mammon, more is less |
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Off like lemmings at the gun |
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(What is the measure of your success?) |
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I know better, still I run |
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(What is the measure of your success?) |
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I am an old man |
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And the Word came |
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But you can't buy time or a good name |
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Now when the heirs come around |
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Like buzzards on a kill |
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I see my reflection in their envious eyes |
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I'd watch it all burn |
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To buy another sunrise |
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Some men find the fire escape |
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(Push...push...push) |
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Old men learn it all too late |
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Push...push...push the alarm |
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Old McDonald's bought the farm |
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(What is the measure of your success?) |