| Mama, I got your white lie ways
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| Mama, there’s nothing you can do or say
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| I got the rich kid’s blues and they got nothing to do with you
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| I got the rich kid’s blues and I’m not sure that I’m pulling through
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| Why you, why you over my head?
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| Mama, she told me keep your eyes on the trophy
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| And the sighing, sighing is out of your bed
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| And the delirious gestures are so easily misread
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| Mama, got your white lie taste
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| Mama, there’s nothing you can do or say
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| I got the rich kid’s blues and they got nothing to do with you
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| I got the rich kid’s blues and I’m not sure that I’m pulling through
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| I got the rich kid’s blues and they got nothing to do with you
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| I got the rich kid’s blues and I’m not sure that I’m pulling through
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| I got the rich kid’s blues
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| Mama, got your white lie ways
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| Mama, got the rich kid’s blues |