| Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey, hey, hey
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| You can build yourself a skyscraper live on top
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| But the chaos raging below ain’t gonna stop
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| You can censor every newspaper, regulate what’s read
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| But the truth will find a way to rear its head
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| Oh, rich man, all your gold
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| Will not stop you from growing old
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| Will not shield you from bullets flying
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| Will not halt your loved ones dying
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| So live it up while you can
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| Cause that hourglass is running low on
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| Sand
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| You can hide behind your sunglasses
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| Block what you don’t want to see
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| But it won’t absolve you of responsibility
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| So you surround yourself with sycophants
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| To tell you what you want to hear
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| But the things unsaid will never disappear, no no
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| Rich man, all your gold
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| Will not stop you from growing old
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| Will not shield you from bullets flying
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| Will not halt your loved ones dying
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| So live it up while you can
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| Cause that hourglass is running low on
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| Sand
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| Rise or fall, boom or bust
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| All your toys will turn to rust
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| And we will all return to dust
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| What are you gonna leave behind? |
| Rich man, all your gold
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| Will not stop you from growing old
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| Will not shield you from bullets flying
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| Will not halt your loved ones dying
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| Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Oh, Rich man, all your gold
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| Will not stop you from growing old
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| Will not shield you from bullets flying
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| Will not halt your loved ones dying
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| No no
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| So live it up while you can
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| Or give it up while you can
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| Cause that hourglass is running low on
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| Sand
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| Rich man
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| Ooooh
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| Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey |