| If I could bring you to
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| The water’s edge
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| I could drown all our money
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| All our money, all our money
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| And broke and free
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| Bet I’d make you sing
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| From the crow’s nest
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| Spit on the rich and
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| Hah, laugh ourselves to death
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| Laugh ourselves to death
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| Laugh ourselves to death
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| Bus driver, get me out of here
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| We can’t live in a house that’s built on dollars
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| And in sense because we don’t have either
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| But I got your back cause
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| You built mine out of brick!
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| Hah, laugh ourselves to death
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| Laugh ourselves to death
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| Laugh ourselves to death
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| My Mother’s Mother, fetched the coal at night
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| Tucked her fire and fed it to the meek and we lived in
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| Black and white
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| Just like royalty
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| Cause that’s all we need
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| Oh to make the rich bleed
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| Laugh ourselves to death
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| Laugh ourselves to death
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| Laugh ourselves to death
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| Laugh ourselves to death
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| Laugh ourselves to death
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| Laugh ourselves to death |