| You’ve got to be the rich man
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| You keep your momma worrying
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| They say that life’s a bitch, man
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| So you run and you run and you run
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| Got to be the fat man
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| To keep the pretty woman happy
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| 'Cause if she get’s the itch, man
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| She’ll run and she’ll run and she’ll run
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| You never hear the shot that brings you down
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| One day you wake up, a hole in your life
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| Don’t know you’ve fallen until you hit the ground
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| Too many pieces to pick up and put back
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| Got to be the chic man
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| Drive a Maserati
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| Don’t want to be no geek man
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| So you run and you run and you run
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| Your down friends are comin' around
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| One day you wake up, flat on your face
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| The only difference is you’re all alone
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| Too many pieces to pick up and put back
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| Run and run
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| Run and run
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| You’ve got to be the rich man
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| You keep the finest all to yourself
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| They say that life’s a bitch, man
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| 'Cause you run and you run and you run
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| Yes, you run and you run
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| Yes, you run and you run and you run
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| You run and you run
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| Yes, you run and you run and you run
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| Run and run
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| Run and run
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| Run and run
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| Run and run |