| My mama used to say
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| There are two type of eye
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| The kind that tell the truth
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| And the kind that tell a lie
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| And these days
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| It’s getting harder
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| To similize
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| Which eyes tell the lie
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| Now when you see that pyramid
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| Lookin' up at that big ol' eye in the sky
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| You gonna think of money
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| And that money is mine
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| Ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| I will be Mike
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| And you will be Steve
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| We both think alike
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| And we both believe
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| In a closed society
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| Formed with perilous blight
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| It flies in the face
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| Of your wrongs and rights
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| We are here
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| By some crazy coincidence
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| The happiest of accidents
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| If we may get word to the wise
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| Let’s get austere
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| And dot the T’s and cross the I’s
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| When love turns into lies
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| It dies, so gimme
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| Gimme the eyes
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| Don’t gimme the eyes
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| When a dog begins to walk and sing we re-prioritize
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| We re-prioritize
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| Hey!
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| Hey!
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| Hey!
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| Hey!
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| Hey!
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| I’m incomplete
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| And you’re just like me
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| We’re both indiscreet
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| And we both agree
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| That we’re going nowhere
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| And we like it that way
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| So take your shot you blew away
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| Save it for another day
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| And we drink beer
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| And masticate the beef we carve
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| While the little children starve
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| You know that we’re those guys
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| Look in the mirror
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| See the result of all those fries
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| And lack of exercise
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| Exercise so gimme
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| Gimme the eyes
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| Don’t gimme the eyes
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| When you come to New York
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| See what your money buys
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| See what your money buys
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| Hey!
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| Hey!
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| Hey!
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| Hey!
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| One of us prays
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| While the other chooses darker ways
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| But we both get what we came for
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| And these are days
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| We really should really put our hate away
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| Why are you still fighting in the same war
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| Hey! |