| I want your money, your time
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| I want your patience and your pride
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| I’m a restless innovator
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| And I’m working over time
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| So Heaven help me
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| (Heaven help me)
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| And the dollar defend me
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| (Dollar defend me)
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| There is nothing you can sell me
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| That I ain’t got now
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| I can still do the work
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| But it gets harder, I can tell 'ya
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| It ain’t perfect but it’s what we got
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| Is it enough for you?
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| Now I live among this filth
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| And I’m richer for it still
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| The rushing
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| And reeling
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| But now she’s coming home to me
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| The rushing
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| And reeling
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| And she’ll be perfect and so clean
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| Reveling
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| In this filth
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| This stain
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| Reveling
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| In this filth
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| Circle the drain
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| Circling
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| Circling
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| Heaven help
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| Clean this mess
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| Heaven help
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| We’ll never be clean again
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| Cold
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| A constant steady breath
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| Clean 'til there’s nothing left
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| In sorrow
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| And shame
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| I whisper out a name
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| This anger makes it’s claim
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| We’ll never be clean again
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| Yeah we’ll never be clean
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| Yeah we’ll never be clean again
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| The rushing
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| And reeling
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| She can’t believe this feeling
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| We’re weightless
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| And tasteless
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| This god’s not what she made us
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| But now she’s coming home to me
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| And she’ll be perfect and so clean
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| Reveling
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| In this filth
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| This stain
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| Reveling
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| In this filth
|
| Circle the drain
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| Circling
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| Circling
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| Heaven help
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| Clean this mess
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| Heaven help
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| We’ll never be clean again
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| We’ll never be clean again |