| Sometimes, when I wake up at night a voice say get up and run
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| In the meantime another voice says
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| Stay and fight Babylon
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| Everywhere I walk and everywhere I go
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| I see brethrens that sell their souls
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| Everywhere I go and everywhere I walk
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| I hear bad intentions behind them talk
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| Everybody just thinks about this advantages
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| Even the people you call your friends
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| Money gives worth to things that that ain’t go no worth
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| That’s why useless things mean so much to them
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| Money may pay what’s of vanity
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| But it could never pay what ever will stay
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| Money, money, money, go and get the money
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| Money, money, money, go and catch the money
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| Money, money, money, moneypulation a gwaan
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| It take over like a storm
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| Money, money, money, go and catch the money
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| Money, money, money, go and snatch the money
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| Money, money, money, moneypulation a gwaan
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| It take over like a storm
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| Sometimes when I stay up at night
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| And I am in my meditation
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| I get to realise
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| That Africa is the cradle and Babylon is the grave of man
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| Well, it’s Brainwashington that seems to run Babylon
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| But as big economists pass through
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| Even the white-wash-house has to bow down
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| Mutation of man is the reaction to their plan
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| But babylon is going down
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| In this time of revelation
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| Money, money, money, go and get the money
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| Money, money, money, go and catch the money
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| Money, money, money, moneypulation a gwaan
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| It take over like a storm
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| Money, money, money, go and snatch the money
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| Money, money, money, go and catch the money
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| Money, money, money, moneypulation a gwaan
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| It take over like a storm |