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Rich young man, you think you can |
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Make it through the world on the things you've got |
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I'll tell you, |
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I know it's true |
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You can't get to heaven on things you've bought |
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They're going to leave you |
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They're going to fade away |
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What good is it a man to gain the whole world |
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And forfeit his soul |
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What good is it a man |
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To gain the whole world |
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And forfeit his soul |
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Poor old soul, he got more |
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Than the kings of a thousand countries |
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What he owns ain't silver or gold |
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This boy is bound for glory |
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He's going to leave us |
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He's going to fly away |