| When all is gone and things go wrong we don’t need them anymore
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| The artifice and all they lack, we don’t need them anymore
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| I don’t have the means and so it seems for now I can’t participate
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| But I’ve waited long, now the dollar’s strong again, I still can’t participate
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| When we don’t consume it seems we are immune to all of the thoughts they sell
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| You know as well as I, that’s a lie
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| 'Cause I want to spend, I want to spend
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| In a never-ending story but it always ends
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| I want to spend, I want to spend
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| In a never-ending story but it always ends
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| And when I die, the angels will try to count all my belongings
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| To measure my worth, pure gold, solid dirt, to see if I’m worth keeping
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| But the house I rent and the car I drive, I’m sorry but they ain’t mine
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| You know as well as I, that’s no lie
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| 'Cause I want to spend, I want to spend
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| In a never-ending story but it always ends
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| I want to spend, I want to spend
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| In a never-ending story but it always ends
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| And it always ends, and it always ends |