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We want riches, Darlin' |
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We want fame-ay-e-ame |
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You can't take the money with you, |
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Down Down Down the Drain |
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When this war's over we can, |
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Get away-ay-e-ay |
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You won't find the love that you lost, |
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Down Down Down the drain |
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Show me love, |
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Or find the door. |
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Fire your cannonballs. |
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Waste faith where there never was, |
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A prayer. |
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I am more concerened, |
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with the quality or my freedom. |
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Then I am, with the quanity of my days. |
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Until the good lord comes to wash it all away. |
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We want riches, Darlin' |
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We want fame-ay-e-ame |
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You can't take the money with you, |
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Down Down Down the drain. |
