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(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) |
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Ever since the world began, |
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Satan's followed every man. |
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Trapping evil if he can, |
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I tell you now his greatest plan. |
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Invented when I cannot tell, |
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Defied the thoughts of man so well. |
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Man wants money for his need, |
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But soon it sows its evil seed. |
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Unhappiness it only brings, |
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As man wants more and better things. |
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If not enough the evil lies, |
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But soon you'll find somebody dies. |
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Throughout the years there have been wars, |
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Power and richness have been the cause. |
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Trapped in money's evil net, |
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Man wants more than he can get. |
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You don't need money. |
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No, no, no, no, |
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You don't need money. |
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No, no, no, no, |
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You don't need money. |
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... etc. |
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It'll never bring you love, |
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No more than the sun above. |
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You'll never see the end, |
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The money you will surely spend. |
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But ask for help if you sin, |
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Reclaim yourself, what a state you're in. |
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The devil has you in his grasp, |
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There ain't no mercy you can ask. |
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More and more you will need, |
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You're strangled in the clutch of greed. |
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You can't get out, no place to go, |
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You sold your soul - the answer's no! |
