| I don’t wanna be a billionaire
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| I just want a comfy place to live
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| With friends and neighbors always around
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| They never call me, just walk on in
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| The doors and windows ain’t ever locked
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| Because I don’t have any shit to steal
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| Just a couple comfy chairs to sit
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| And a pot to cook a family meal
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| So close your eyes and cover up your ears
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| This ain’t the message that you came to hear, but
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| I can’t help it if I just don’t care
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| I don’t want to be a billionaire
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| I’m tired of hearin' about the I.P.O
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| All of the ways that all the cash could flow
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| It would be nice if it would trickle down
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| To the people on the other side of town
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| But something tells me that it probably won’t
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| 'Cause something tells me that it just ain’t right
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| Taking donations for the one percent
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| Out of the pockets of the 99
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| So close your eyes and cover up your ears
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| This ain’t the message that you came to hear, but
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| I can’t help it if I just don’t care
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| I don’t want to be a billionaire
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| No, I don’t
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| No-oh-oh, I don’t
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| I don’t wanna be a billionaire
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| I don’t want to sacrifice my life, tryin' to
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| Shave five seconds off a checkout line
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| Think of something that the whole world needs
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| Faster fast food delivery
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| I don’t want to be forced to guess
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| What to do with all of my excess
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| Take vacations into outer space
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| Or pay all school teachers a living wage
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| I know nothing’s gonna come from this
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| Except for make a couple people pissed
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| It ain’t effective, far as I can tell
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| Telling the Devil he should go to hell
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| And I don’t even know who’s to blame
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| Or who’s been marching in the hit parade
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| But I don’t really wanna sing along
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| If a computer wrote the fuckin' song
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| So close your eyes and cover up your ears
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| This ain’t the message that you came to hear, but
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| I can’t help it if I just don’t care
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| I don’t want to be a billionaire
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| No, I don’t
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| No-oh-oh, I don’t
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| I don’t wanna be a billionaire |