| A shake of the tin
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| The money drops in, but is it a sin
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| You’re standing in rags
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| You’re selling your flags
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| But who gets the dough at the end of the day
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| We saw your drop-dead fancy wheels
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| Your little house up on the hill
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| But when your conscience pricks
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| A little sacrifice sweetens the pill
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| So keep your hands in your pockets
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| Charity begins at home
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| Keep your hands in your pockets
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| Charity won’t leave you alone
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| We take to the stage
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| The audience rave, we’re doing our bit
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| A heavenly cast, a blast from the past
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| There’s a song to be sung, will it make number one
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| We wanna see your money roll
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| But our eyes are on the hall of fame
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| 'cos business is business
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| And hits are the name of the game
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| So keep your hands in your pockets
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| Charity begins at home
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| Keep your hands in your pockets
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| Charity won’t leave you alone
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| Everywhere that we turn
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| There are mouths to be fed
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| How can we sleep
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| The battle goes on while we’re
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| Safe in our beds
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| So don’t turn away
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| No don’t turn away
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| Your doors are locked
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| You switch on the box to take in a show
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| You think that you’re safe
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| But here comes that face
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| And wouldn’t you know it’s that message again
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| They want to take your plastic cash
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| Your hand reaches out to the phone
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| Keep your hands in your pockets
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| Charity begins at home
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| Keep your hands in your pockets
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| Charity begins at home
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| Keep your hands in your pockets
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| Charity won’t leave you alone
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| Everywhere that we turn
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| There are mouths to be fed
|
| How can we sleep
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| The battle goes on while we’re
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| Safe in our beds
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| So don’t turn away
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| No don’t turn away
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| Keep your hands in your pockets
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| Charity begins at home
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| Keep your hands in your pockets
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| Charity won’t leave you alone |