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Don't want to change, don't wanna play that money ball. |
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I've been here a long time, I'm here for the long haul. |
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This ain't no text, it's a long distance phone call. |
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It's bigger than you, oh bigger than me. |
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Do as you want now, do as I please. |
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We all change with the wind or the bank man sneeze. |
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Mother nature and the market, they make no apologies. |
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It's bigger than you, bigger than me. |
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And the sun shines down on New York City, |
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and the Lord smiles down on us all. |
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And a thousand years will pass |
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and we'll be memories and food for the grass. |
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And another baby girl will wait down south and answer the call. |
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Come into this world with a will to survive. |
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Facebook emoticon replaces the high five. |
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Seven billion people, turns out the world is a bee hive. |
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It's bigger than you, oh bigger than me. |
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The nuclear family explodes and it burns. |
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If you lose the receipt you can't make the return. |
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We all earn our keep but can't keep what we earn. |
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It's bigger than you, bigger than me. |
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And the sun shines down on Music City, |
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and the Lord smiles down on us all. |
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And a thousand years will pass |
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and we'll be memories and food for the grass. |
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And another baby boy will wake up north and answer the call. |
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"You've been Youtubed," the revolution said to a song. |
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Read it on the radar, tell you right from wrong. H |
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eaded down the rabbit hole so just sing along. |
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It goes on, on, on, and on. |
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And the Lord smiles down on us all. |
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And a thousand years will pass |
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and we'll be memories and food for the grass, |
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watching our futures turn into our past. |
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Hold on tight it all goes so fast. |
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We're all waiting to answer the call. |
