| Look at yourself, life in extreme
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| You’re a symbol of wealth and luxury
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| Fashionable clothes, champagne on ice
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| Well that your definition of paradise
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| You’d sell your soul for glamour
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| And trade your heart for gold
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| You’ve got eccentric manners
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| You’re in control
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| On top of the hill
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| What you don’t know
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| Is that you’re mentally ill
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| Cause your mind is where the money is
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| And it never changes (never changes)
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| You go blind when you feel the bliss
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| Of the ghost that haunts your mind
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| You’re blind
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| Valuable friends, prestigious might
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| They’ll be gone with the wind when money’s tight
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| In the eyes of the man on the street
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| It all seems so absurd, your selfish greed
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| Material goods mislead us
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| The rich will tax the poor
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| We bite the hands that feed us
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| And ask for more
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| It’s tearing you up
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| You want it all
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| You can’t get enough
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| Cause your mind is where the money is
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| And it never changes (never changes)
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| You go blind when you feel the bliss
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| Of the ghost that haunts your mind
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| Can you feel it
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| When it tears your soul
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| Into pieces?
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| One day the score will be equal again
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| And the rich will descend from his throne
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| You can’t buy your way into heaven, my friend
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| 'Cause fate has its price on its own
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| You’ve been blinded
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| You just can’t hide it
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| Just can’t hide it
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| You can’t hide it
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| Cause your mind is where the money is
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| And it never changes (never changes)
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| You go blind when you feel the bliss
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| Of the ghost that haunts your mind
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| Cause your mind is where the money is
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| And it never changes (never changes)
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| You go blind when you feel the bliss
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| Of the ghost that haunts your mind
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| You’re blind, blind, blind
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| You’re blind, blind, blind
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| You’re blind, blind, blind
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| You’re blind, blind, blind… |