| After all that we’ve been through,
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| at the ending of the day,
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| still your arms are open wide,
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| still you want to make me pay.
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| More than pennies, for my dreams,
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| make me bleed, to make me pay,
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| people charge, for making love,
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| know exactly what to do.
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| I will not pay, I will not pay,
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| I will not pay, your sugar tax.
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| Crying tears, you can’t explain,
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| begging words, that won’t be said,
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| you can drag me to the floor,
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| you won’t take me to your bed.
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| I will not pay, I will not pay,
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| I will not pay, your sugar tax. |