| Breaking thumbs, until you unlock what you need
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| subtlety was never the key
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| But your eyes have lost a blackness they once had
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| And you will never feel the thrill again
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| You"re rolling in the money
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| Seems that crime pays, after all
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| You"re hiding in the shadows
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| And they call you wrecking ball
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| Dealt a poor hand and you"re so misunderstood
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| You sold your soul, you"re Masters slave
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| Bury another unfortunate who got in the way
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| And like always, you never know why
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| You"re rolling in the money
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| Seems that crime pays, after all
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| You"re hiding in the shadows
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| And they call you wrecking ball
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| wrecking ball, wrecking ball
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| Your name is all that you will leave behind
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| No one knows what it is
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| Float along, alone
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| And you"ll remain the great unknown
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| But someday, they"ll be looking for you
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| You"re rolling in the money
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| Seems that crime pays, after all
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| You"re hiding in the shadows
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| And they call you wrecking ball |