| If you search for enrichment
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| And injure others
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| Earning more that you can spend
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| You’ll pass the borders
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| When you think you’ve succeeded
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| But something’s missing
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| Means you have been defeated
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| By greed, your weakness
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| This fantasy is not enough for me I want it, I’ll take it away from you
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| Your misery that softly incites me All I do is using, abusing you
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| Life is often miserable
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| In the search for happiness
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| The power so desirable
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| They bring so much distress
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| Life is often pitiful
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| In the search for blessedness
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| If we weren’t so insatiable
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| There would be much more than less
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| I cannot see why you’d be another me I just take care of myself and no-one else
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| Life is often cynical
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| In the search for hopefulness
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| We’re only wanting more and more,
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| So we got into this mess
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| All that you’ve taken from others
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| Will be taken from you
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| All that your dissonance smothers
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| Will then come back to you
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| Whatever happens tomorrow, and whatever you do Just keep in mind, that se source and end is you
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| In Lack’ech
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| Never finding fulfilment, the source and end is you |