| Hey there buddy, do you make a lot of money
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| Wear the price tag out on your sleeve?
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| But don’t give a f*ck in your big black truck
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| But I noticed you were looking at me
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| Downtown-- run away from the house
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| 'Cause the voices in your head start to scream and shout
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| I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care
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| I got money -- who needs fear?
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| Well maybe you were looking down on me
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| And maybe I got something to say
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| Your skin is too thin…
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| Oh won’t you please
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| Break down for me
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| Now the sun doesn’t rise and set for you
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| Even though I know that you can probably believe it’s true
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| Married to the firm I can hear the wedding bells
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| Drinking champagne all the while you’re clocking sales
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| And on the inside you’ll find no signs of life
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| No gets through, not even your wife
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| It’s like a total eclipse, total eclipse, total eclipse
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| Oh, what you miss
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| I’ll tell you what -- I bleed when I’m cut
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| I got 29 stitches to prove
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| Now i’m not trying to bring you down
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| No, I just wanna make you move
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| On the outside my vibe is perfectly mellow
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| I can roll with the waves
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| I can slide like Jell-O
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| I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care
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| I’ve got love, who needs fear? |