| Yeah!
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| She got a shitload of money
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| The night’s a mile high deja vu
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| Taking her wings and halo down to boom town, yeah
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| She got a shitload of money
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| When the night is over
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| She walks away no wings, no halo
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| There’s an angel with no glory
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| There’s a book without a story
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| Wings road stained will now descend
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| Teary smile to rip your heart into two… yay…
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| It is an ordinary day dream
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| To save an angel, be her plaything
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| But now you know
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| She got a shitload of money
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| Shiny wings dark sky
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| All chains only glorify freedom
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| Nobody knows how she got it (what she’s got)
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| She got a shitload of money
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| A fallen angel paid for her halo
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| Underhanded, they are falling
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| All the trump cards they are folding
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| Oh, the greenback days are over now
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| Lady Luck took off with her new love
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| «I'm never in for the penny, but always in for a
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| Pounding when I’m playing
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| Put your mouth where my money is
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| The world is now for sale, hon!»
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| So many open mouths, one silver spoon
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| She got a shitload of money
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| Shiny wings dark sky
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| All chains only glorify freedom
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| Nobody knows how she got it (what she’s got)
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| She got a shitload of money
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| A fallen angel paid for her halo |