| You can’t take it with you when you go
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| No you can’t take it with you when you go
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| Collect your silver, collect your gold
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| But in the end what will you have to show
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| 'Cause you can’t take it with you when you go
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| I was born at quarter to two in the morning
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| In the best suit I ever worn
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| And with my first breath I sang out a warning
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| To the world I had arrived
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| And I cried out when I first saw the light
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| I was blinded
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| I had been so in Love with the darkness
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| But adjustment is just part of life
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| And everywhere I looked everything was changing
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| Every moment a new face was appearing
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| And steering me, clearing my path to the next phase of the maze of unfolding
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| awakening,
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| shaking me
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| And then I drank from the heart of my Mother
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| And heard the song from the soul of my Father
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| And further I flew and into this new world of opportunity, moving me,
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| forming and
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| informing me so
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| Tell me, teach me, show me everything I need to know
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| 'Cause you can’t take it with you when you go
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| I was a punk little teenager, tormenting my Mother with all the mistakes I made
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| But I never once put a possession over a person that’s just how I was raised
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| And I labored in a full time job for minimum wage
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| Yeah but my savior was this guitar said aloha to these new slave traders
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| I’ll never again waste another drop of perspiration on a corporation,
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| no matter what they pay
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| And I don’t need no Christmas bonus I don’t need no raise
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| Cause it won’t do you no good in your grave
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| No it won’t do you no good in your grave
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| Break your back, go on, slave away
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| To count your coins up at the end of the day
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| But it won’t do you no good in your grave
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| And when I grew into what they refer to as a man, I was told I had to have a
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| plan
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| Never really understood why, but I told them I would try
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| Seems this system is just designed to make you want shit you don’t really need
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| Fill your heart with greed
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| Plant a seed of separation in your soul
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| Just remember happiness can not be bought or sold
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| And you can’t take it with you when you go
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| Children listen please, let me say my piece
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| Growing up is a disease, don’t you catch it
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| Can’t take it with you when you go
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| No you can’t take it with you when you go
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| Collect your silver, collect your gold
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| But in the end what will you have to show
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| 'Cause you can’t take it with you when you go
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| You can take my Love with you when you go
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| And I’ll take your Love with me when I go
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| And hand in hand we’ll leave this land and go wherever the trade winds blow
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| And we’ll take this love with us when we go. |