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When money doesn't matter anymore |
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Will we walk in the same cirles as before? |
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Will we wipe off the tarnish off the faces that we wore? |
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When money doesn't matter anymore |
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When power doesn't open any door |
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and its all the same president the jonses and the poor |
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will we climb the cliffs of stature as we always done before? |
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When power doesn't open any door |
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And all the kings and queens who made it |
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Gold and silver, eyes are jaded. |
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It's all a part of the masquerade thats going on too long |
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Surely illusion complicate the madness that we celebrate? |
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And more or less did all embrace, that everythings all wrong |
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When money doesn't matter anymore. |
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When luxeries don't mean a thing to me |
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Will my shackled spirit finally be set free |
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Will I join the line of lemmings, leaping into the sea? |
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When luxeries don't mean a thing. |
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And all the kings and queens who made it |
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Gold and silver, eyes are jaded. |
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It's all a part of the masquerade thats going on too long |
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Surely illusion complicate the madness that we celebrate? |
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And more or less did all embrace, that everythings all wrong |
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When money doesn't matter anymore. |
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And all the kings and queens who made it |
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Gold and silver, eyes are jaded. |
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It's all a part of the masquerade thats going on too long |
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Surely illusion complicate the madness that we celebrate? |
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And more or less did all embrace, that everythings all wrong |
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When money doesn't matter anymore. |
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Ahhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhh |
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Everything's all wrong |