| A poor man would kill for the bank,
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| But a rich man would die for it.
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| If that’s the case,
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| Why am I runnin' this race?
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| It’s the last place I waste time.
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| 'Cause see time is money and money breaks hearts,
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| But you can buy yourself a new girlfriend.
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| She’ll be a cold, hard woman with a greedy eye
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| Waitin' for your old ass to die.
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| I’m so happy here with you 'cause you’re my type of girl.
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| You never cared about my empty piggy bank,
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| Or the things that we could never do.
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| Uh-huh.
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| So give to the poor and pray for the rich,
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| 'Cause you never know when your heart’s gonna quit.
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| If you’re working for a paycheck, you better cash in,
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| 'Cause life’s to short to never have lived.
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| And I’m so happy here with you 'cause you’re my type of girl.
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| You never cared about my empty piggy bank,
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| Or the things that we could never do.
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| Uh-huh.
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| See, I’ve been working my whole life,
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| Tryin' to prove the pissy people wrong.
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| That you can earn an honest living with an old guitar
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| And a couple old-fashioned songs.
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| I’m so happy here with you 'cause you’re my type of girl.
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| You never cared about my empty piggy bank,
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| Or the things that we could never do.
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| Uh-huh. |