| Money, money, money, money
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| Money, money, money, money
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| Money lives longer than a memory
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| Back to the records room
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| On the right hand side
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| In a box marked, «Three Signatories Required»
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| Things we owe each other from way back when
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| Never cut and dried
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| A procedural formality
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| Hats raised to fiscal bureaucracy
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| Bonds raised to rebuild democracy
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| The theory goes
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| But there are people inside
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| Real people inside
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| How do you think they’ll feel when
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| They find your paper is
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| Worth more than them?
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| The promises you made to your brother
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| All the things you owe your father and your mother
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| They’ll be gone when you’re gone
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| But watch that paper trail
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| (Money, money, money, money
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| Money, money, money, money
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| Money lives longer than a memory)
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| But we’ll pass the stories on
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| (Money, money, money, money
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| Money, money, money, money
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| Money lives longer than a memory)
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| We won’t forget
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| ‘Cause we are people inside
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| Real people inside
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| Do you think it feels good
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| To know your paper is
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| Worth more than us? |