| Man of the moneyed mind
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| A trophy wife on his arm to boast
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| Their love was dashed on the diamond coast
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| And born was a single heir
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| To the ideal pair, to the careless two
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| Who choked the child on the silver spoon
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| Now the couple take turns
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| Trying to outdo each other
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| The more riches the better
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| The father or mother
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| Love at sweet sixteen
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| King and queen, the wedding bells
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| Could well have warned what time would tell
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| And the cut above her eye
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| She could not hide from the little boy
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| Who knew it wise to not make noise
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| Now he’s gone more often
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| And she found ways to forget
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| And the little boy’s hatred
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| Is not showing yet
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| The wife of a working man
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| Pills in hand 'neath a teary sleeve
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| Their love was pure but could not conceive
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| (Near of far from your mind)
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| And years and years go by
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| The things they tried, but Fate had wrote
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| To not give life would kill them both
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| (All this happens all the time)
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| Now he goes to houses
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| Where kissing is banned
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| And she has a daughter
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| But she’s missing her man
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| Near or far from your mind
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| All this happens all the time
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| Near or far from your mind
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| All this happens all the time |