| The roots go deep
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| But I move far and wide
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| There’s a kick to my boots
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| And I have nothing to hide
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| I walk to a guy in a suit
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| And ask him if it’s true
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| That just below the bottom line
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| It’s blood that makes the numbers blue
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| Whatever you’ve got has got you too
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| What you don’t like doesn’t like you too
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| If all you want is more it’s long overdue
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| More doesn’t want to give anymore to you
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| To the guys wearing neckties
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| Say, I’ve got something to tell
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| All the water that we drink
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| Is drawn from the same well
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| Do you hear me, money man
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| Did you understand that line?
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| If everybody drank like you
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| The water would be drained from cloud nine
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| Whatever you’ve got has got you too
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| What you don’t like doesn’t like you too
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| If all you want is more it’s long overdue
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| More doesn’t want to give anymore to you |