| He was a self made man
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| Made a killing on copper mines
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| He loved beautful girls
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| Got a taste for fancy wines
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| And the suits he wore were paper thin
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| He built a big white house
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| In the valley of the kings
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| Took a beautiful wife
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| Bought her every possible thing
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| And the silk she wore was paper thin
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| Well, they travelled in style
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| Paid cash for everything
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| Had a beautiful child
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| Had a champagne christening
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| But as they raised ther glasses in toast to him
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| He saw the crystal was paper thin
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| So the shadows came
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| Whispering words to him
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| He sold the company out
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| And cashed all those futures in But it all still looked so paper thin
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| Well, it was late one night
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| And the rain was streaming down
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| He called his wife’s name out
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| Said honey, it’s over now
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| I’m gonna burn it all
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| I can’t take this any more
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| But as he struck the match
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| She took a pistol from the drawer
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| She said I ain’t going down with you
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| Pulled the trigger in And the bullet it passed right through
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| Like he was paper thin |