| Sally’s into knowledge
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| Spent her years in college
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| Just to find out nothing is true
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| She can hardly speak now
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| Words are not unique now
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| 'Cause they can’t say anything new
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| You say humanist philosophy is what it’s all about
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| You’re so open-minded that your brain leaked out
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| Whatcha gonna do when your number’s up
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| Time to lay diplomas down
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| Whatcha gonna do when your number’s up
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| And you’re buried six feet underground?
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| Spent your life looking out for number one
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| Pridle’ll come before a fall
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| Whatcha gonna do when your number’s up?
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| Were you thinking that was the end of it all?
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| Harry’s a civilian
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| Wants to make a million
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| So he keeps on plugging away
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| Money is eternal
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| Like the Wall Street Journal
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| Yes, they’re gonna make him happy someday
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| Grabbin' for the gusto
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| Gonna hit paydirt or bust
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| Where’s it gonna get you
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| When you bite the dust?
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| Whatcha gonna do when your number’s up
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| Time to lay your money down
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| Whatcha gonna do when your number’s up
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| And you’re buried six feet underground?
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| Spent your life looking out for number one
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| Pridle’ll come before a fall
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| Whatcha gonna do when your number’s up?
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| Were you thinking that was the end of it all?
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| Buried in your psyche is the shadow of a doubt
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| You’re so open-minded that your brains leaked out |