| I count one Mississippi
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| And I’m out of town
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| Feel my vibe
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| Feel it tonight
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| Two Mississippi
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| In the second round
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| I just wanna feel this alright
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| I don’t wanna let go no more
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| I don’t wanna go home no more
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| Till wicked sound is low
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| And we dance into the daylight
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| I’m rich
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| If you re mine
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| I don’t need a
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| Dollar, dollar bill
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| I can feel the love you got…
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| Gasolina!
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| Burn it up
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| Gasolina!
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| The rich are getting richer everyday
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| Well, well
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| The poor men are suffering everywhere
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| The rich are getting richer everyday
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| Well, well, too much a wickedness I pray
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| The rich are getting richer everyday
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| Well, well
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| The poor men are suffering everywhere
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| The rich are getting richer everyday
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| Well, well, too much a wickedness I pray
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| I’m rich
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| If you’re mine
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| I don’t need a
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| Dollar, dollar bill
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| I can feel the love you got…
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| Gasolina!
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| Burn it up
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| Gasolina!
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| I count two Mississippi
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| Put my high heels on
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| Be in my vibe
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| Feel it tonight
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| Don’t need cash
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| 'Cause I got you now
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| It’s Saturday
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| And the night is young
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| I don’t wanna let go no more
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| I don’t wanna go home no more
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| Till wicked sound is low
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| And it fades into the daylight
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| I’m rich
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| If you’re mine
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| I don’t need a
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| Dollar, dollar bill
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| I can feel the love you got…
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| Gasolina!
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| Burn it up
|
| Gasolina!
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| The rich are getting richer everyday
|
| Well, well
|
| The poor men are suffering everywhere
|
| The rich are getting richer everyday
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| Well, well, too much a wickedness I pray
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| The rich are getting richer everyday
|
| Well, well
|
| The poor men are suffering everywhere
|
| The rich are getting richer everyday
|
| Well, well, too much a wickedness I pray
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| I’m rich
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| If you’re mine
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| I don’t need a
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| Dollar, dollar bill
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| I can feel the…
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| I’m rich
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| If you’re mine
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| I don’t need a
|
| Dollar, dollar bill
|
| I can feel the…
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| The rich are getting richer everyday
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| Well, well
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| The poor men are suffering everywhere
|
| The rich are getting richer everyday
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| Well, well, too much a wickedness I pray
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| It’s not about the money anyway-away
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| You make it feel it everyday
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| It’s not about the struggle, away
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| I’m gonna make them sunny days |