| He was a money — hungry — power — thirsty rich man’s kind
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| Taught to praise the business
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| And that’s all he ever did
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| Daytime — nightime — always the same
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| One day he realised
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| Something’s missing in his game
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| Well — money makes the world go 'round
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| To have or have not — holy amount
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| But there’s one thing you can’t buy at all
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| Whoever you are — without it you’re small
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| Sentimetal trust — sets hearts on fire
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| Sentimetal trust — can’t be drowned on greed
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| Sentimetal trust — our dream’s desire
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| Sentimetal trust — tames cold and heat
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| Another lad was just a shy shy boy
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| He wasn’t too attractive
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| And always without joy
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| So he went to a whore to learn what loves means
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| But she couldn’t give emotions
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| She only sold what’s in her jeans
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| Well — money makes the world go 'round
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| To have or have not — holy amount
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| But sentimetal trust — sets hearts on fire
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| Sentimetal trust — can-t be drowned in greed
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| Sentimetal trust — our dream’s desire
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| Sentimetal trust — tames cold and heat |