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(Mayo/Brilleaux/Sparks/Martin/Wingfield) |
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It's an eastern promise, it's a pot of gold |
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It's the oldest story that's ever been told, that's right |
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You can follow me but you gonna have to pay |
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Heaven's at the end of this alleyway tonight |
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Hong Kong money |
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Let that dollar roll |
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All you need is the cash |
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The rest ain't nothing but trash |
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Hong Kong money |
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Stole my soul |
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Tried hard to shake it but I Guess I couldn't make it |
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Lord only knows it's hard on the opium run |
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I didn't really wanna hang around too long |
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Just wasn't my dish of egg fou yung no fun |
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Hong Kong money |
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Let that dollar roll |
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Just as long as you make with the green |
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You'll be cool if you know what I mean |
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Hong Kong money |
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Stole my soul |
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You can make it quick but you can lose it easy |
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You go in clean but you come out wheely, here's why |
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It's that yellow powder, it's sweet but it's sour |
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One false move and you can kiss this world goodbye |
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Hong Kong money |
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Let that dollar roll |
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All you need is the cash |
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The rest ain't nothing but trash |
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Hong Kong money |
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Stole my soul |
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Hey you! |
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Let it roll, let it roll, let it roll |
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(to fade) |
