| Oh hear my prayer, you people please
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| Incline your tiny minds to me
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| It’s time to kiss the candyman
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| It’s high time you were here instead of
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| Fighting, I don’t want to fight
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| But if by chance the cold wind blows I’ve
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| Got the drugs to keep it up
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| Well, I know which way the money goes
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| Up and down the city road
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| In and out we reap and sow
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| Rewards I’ve lost and never known
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| Which way the money goes
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| (The candyman took it)
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| The money go round
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| So up and down the city roads
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| In and out we reap and sow
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| The rewards I’ve lost and never known
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| Which way the money grows
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| Money grows on money trees
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| Pay the price for liberties, and then
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| All we’ve lost is all we need
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| To feed those wilting seedlings
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| There’s more than stones and sticks at stake
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| If you pull a rope tight it will create
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| A tension like a brick will break
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| If thrown against the road
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| (The candyman took it)
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| (The candyman took it)
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| Oh yeah
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| Now the air is stinking breath
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| Like those who piss on thirsty men
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| I’ll raise my glass to all of them
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| In come the assholes who can smell the money
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| As they chase the blood and flesh as though they
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| Only ever had enough to keep their withered spirits up
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| There’s more than stones and sticks at stake
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| If you pull a rope tight it will create
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| A tension like a brick will break
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| If thrown against the road
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| (The candyman took it)
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| (The candyman took it)
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| (The candyman took it)
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman
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| (The candyman took it)
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| Candyman, candyman, candyman |