| Consumption is consuming me
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| The laissez hasn’t been fair to me
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| A party for the sea is like a funeral for the beach
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| And there’s a crooked line
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| I don’t want to take the time to straighten
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| 'Cause, when you do
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| You realize it’s the whole damn world that’s bent
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| Here’s the mission: to go omniscient
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| To run with scissors and skip the incision
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| The truth: It’s got vision but it’s got no heart
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| Keep shrugging on, Atlas, while the market goes dark
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| Everything goes in waves
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| Grasshoppers gonna party while the ants gonna save
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| Some teams only want to play
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| If they get to rig the game, shame
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| Greed: one of the seven deadly sins
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| Many gonna enter, few gonna win
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| Always try to notify the next of kin
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| 'Cause many gonna enter, few gonna win
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| Greed: one of the seven deadly sins
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| Many gonna enter, few gonna win
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| Always try to notify the next of kin
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| 'Cause many gonna enter, few gonna win
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| Well, good news is everybody gets to have an outlet
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| But bad news is everybody gets to have an outlet
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| Listen, I’ve been poor and I’ve been rich
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| The first one stung but the second one itched
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| The cash is just the rash
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| Without the pleasure of the scratch
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| You know, until you’ve had yourself a hurricane
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| You’re gonna fret, you’re gonna fret, you’re gonna fret every raindrop
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| Greed: one of the seven deadly sins
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| Many gonna enter, few gonna win
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| Always try to notify the next of kin
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| 'Cause many gonna enter, few gonna win
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| Greed: one of the seven deadly sins
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| Many gonna enter, few gonna win
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| Always try to notify the next of kin
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| 'Cause many gonna enter, few gonna win
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| (Greed, greed, greed, greed, greed, greed)
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| All my, all my Gordon Gekkos and my Bernie Madoffs
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| I want to see you
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| (Pop your white collars up! Pop your white collars up!)
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| Oh, I’m screwed
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| Offshore accounts, tax havens, swimming pools, movie stars
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| (Pop your white collars up! Pop your white collars up!)
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| Everybody! |
| I want to see you
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| (Pop your white collars up! Pop your white collars up!)
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| Very rarely has good art been born in the board room
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| (Pop your white collars up! Pop your white collars up!)
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| You remember that, sing it
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| Greed: one of the seven deadly sins
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| Many gonna enter, few gonna win
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| Always try to notify the next of kin
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| 'Cause many gonna enter, few gonna win
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| Greed: one of the seven deadly sins
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| Many gonna enter, few gonna win
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| Always try to notify the next of kin
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| 'Cause many gonna enter, few gonna win |