| When you shake the hand of friendship
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| You begin to understand, why there’s nothing like
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| a friendly hand.
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| Once you had a cup of kindness, once somebody touches you
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| You’ll appriciate there ain’t no better brew
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| Cause at it’s best the rest of life is no more
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| than a game, the rules may sometimes differ
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| but the game remains the same
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| It’s only money, it wont make the grass grow
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| It’s only money, it wont make the wind blow
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| It’s only money, it wont make the sunshine
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| It’s only money, it wont make you feel fine
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| It’s only bread, don’t let it go to your head
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| See a man of wealth and power
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| Notice how his stomach turns
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| Look a little closer, see the way it also burns
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| Look at all the lonely people, makes you wonder
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| where it’s at, no one know their names or where they
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| hang their hats.
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| Ah, it’s just a race of traces of humanity at last
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| And no one is making changes, cause they are too scared
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| of the cost.
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| It’s only money, it wont make the grass grow
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| It’s only money, it wont make the wind blow
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| It’s only money, it wont make the sunshine
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| It’s only money, it wont make you feel fine
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| It’s only bread, don’t let it go to your head
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| Money money, it wont make the grass grow
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| It’s only money, it wont make the wind blow
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| It’s only money, it wont make the sunshine
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| It’s only money, it wont make you feel fine
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| It’s only bread, don’t let it go to your head |