| Making money, it isn’t easy
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| And it sure won’t make you happy
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| So I think it’s funny
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| We’re so concerned with making money
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| And money won’t keep folks from grieving
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| And it won’t stop love from leaving
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| So here’s my two cents
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| What’s the use in making money
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| And I know that life ain’t cheap
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| And not all good things are free
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| But there is no enough and no too much
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| And it seems so strange to me
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| I just think it’s funny
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| We’re so concerned with making money
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| I make my living singing love songs
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| That I made up 'cause I love songs
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| But folks believe 'em
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| So I’m receiving paper money
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| Don’t get me wrong, I love my lady
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| And I probably wouldn’t trade her
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| But life’s no better
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| With debts or debtors making money
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| And I know that life ain’t cheap
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| And not all good things are free
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| But there is no enough and no too much
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| And it seems so strange to me
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| I just think it’s funny
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| We’re so concerned with making money
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| Everybody’s got their reasons
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| Finer wines or fairer seasons
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| If we’re truthful
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| We know we’re fools for making money |