| Living in a statistic
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| Sailboats floating on their flow chart
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| I don’t wanna live like this
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| A day in the sun, swimming with sharks
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| There’s no future, only money, money
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| No ‘me and you', it’s only money, money
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| Money buys a bright future
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| But we will be forever indentured, money, money
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| May we never get what we deserve, money, money
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| Head down, anonymous
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| The more you comply is the more you subsist
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| There’s no scruples, only money, money
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| Dollars or rubles, it’s all money, money
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| Money buys you clemency
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| In a clandestine economy, money, money
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| Bagged and price tagged, dangling off your feet
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| Living in a statistic
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| Sailboats floating on their sales graph
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| I don’t wanna die like this
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| They wanna make waves, capsize the craft
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| Underneath the bathroom sink
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| In a wooden box with a broken lock
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| You can find my life savings
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| A high school ring and baseball cards
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| And when this horror’s over
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| And the greenback’s all but trashed
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| Currency will be our head and hands
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| So, you don’t want to lose your head
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| You can’t afford to lose that
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| Don’t sell yourself to me
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| You do it for the money
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| You sell the dream to me
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| You do it for the money
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| You’re selling us your innocence
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| Don’t sell your faith to me
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| You do it for the money
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| You’re selling us your ignorance
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| Your money is counterfeit
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| Money, money
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| May we never get what we deserve
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| Money, money
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| May we never get what we deserve
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| Money, money
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| Money, money |