| Cash for gold? |
| I’d sell my fucking bones to get through one more week
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| To prove that I’m still half way human
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| Where do we go when there’s nothing left?
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| How do you know when there’s nothing left?
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| Come all you wrecking balls, you masters of the world
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| What are you waiting for, just roll me over, roll me over again
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| Throw me down and roll me over
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| I’ve been working for the last two hundred years
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| In fifty more I can afford to live like you
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| Where do we go when there’s nothing left?
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| How do you know when there’s nothing left?
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| Come all you wrecking balls, you masters of the world
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| What are you waiting for, just roll me over, roll me over again
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| Throw me down and roll me over
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| We’re the ants in the magnifying glass
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| We’re the ants in the magnifying glass
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| We’re the ants in the magnifying glass and we’re all on fucking fire…
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| Come all you wrecking balls, you masters of the world
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| What are you waiting for, just roll me over, roll me over again
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| What are you, what are you waiting for? |