| Paint it black
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| it won’t come back to me on the rack
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| stretched out mercifully
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| where the hell did we go wrong
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| these days ain’t coming back
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| I’m dreaming, I’m screaming
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| 'cause this is where it’s at All that money all that fame
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| ain’t gonna help us now
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| all that money down the drain
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| won’t someone tell me how
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| all that money all that fame
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| it’s time to take a bow
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| come on the curtain’s coming down
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| In the red
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| cheque book’s dead for me I paid it out
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| to everyone I see
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| all I want is justice now
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| and no more hidden rides
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| I’m counting, I’m counting
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| while I have to sacrifice
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| All that money all that fame
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| ain’t gonna help us now
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| all that money down the drain
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| won’t someone tell me how
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| all that money all that fame
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| it’s time to take a bow
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| come on the curtain’s coming down
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| All that money all that fame
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| ain’t gonna help us now
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| all that money down the drain
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| won’t someone tell me how
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| all that money all that fame
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| it’s time to take a bow
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| come on the curtain’s coming down
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| (All that money…) |