| Close your eyes and shield your ears.
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| Shut your mouth and conceal all your fears.
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| Greed it’s not going anywhere.
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| They should put that on a billboard
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| in Times Square
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| It could say
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| «The great depression is over my friends.»
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| What we want and what we need engineered.
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| I can smell the bullshit right from here.
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| Because greed it’s not going anywhere.
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| They should put that on a billboard
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| in Times Square
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| It could say
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| «The great depression is over my friends.»
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| Blinding your eyes, burning your ears.
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| T.V. images are selling.
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| Through the static on the radio you can’t hear.
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| One pill if you’re too big
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| One pill if you’re too small
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| On one your life is a mess.
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| On one you’re nothing at all.
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| I hate a song that makes you
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| think you are no good.
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| I hate a song that makes you
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| think you are just born to lose.
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| Bound to lose.
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| No good to nobody.
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| Too young or too fat or too this or too that.
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| «The great depression is over my friends.»
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| «The great depression is over my friends.»
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| «The great depression is over my friends.» |