| Look at all those fancy clothes
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| But these could keep us warm just like those
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| And what about your soul? |
| Is it cold?
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| Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold?
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| And cars and phones and diamond rings
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| Bling, bling, because those are only removable things
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| And what about your mind? |
| Does it shine?
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| Are there things that concern you, more than your time?
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| Gone, going, gone
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| Everything, gone, give a damn
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| Gone be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing
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| Gone, people, all awkward with their things
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| Gone
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| Look at you, out to make a deal
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| You try to be appealing, but you lose your peel
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| And what about those shoes you’re in today?
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| They’ll do no good, on the bridges you burnt along the way
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| Are you willing to sell anything?
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| Gone, with your herd
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| Leave your footprints
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| And we’ll shame them with our words
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| Gone, people, all careless and consumed, gone
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| Gone, going, gone
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| Everything, gone, give a damn
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| Gone be the birds, if they don’t wanna sing
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| Gone, people, all awkward with their things
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| Gone |