I'm leaving the Wat. To Buddhism no longer loyal.
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I'm breaking my heart, as my compassion to the third world
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turned to greed.
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Bye bye, real McCoy, no ideals as if I was royal.
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Now, I'm a material boy.
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There's nothing in this world I don't think I need.
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Now I'm shopping, I'm not stopping.
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There'll always be new stuff to buy
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and I'll expand my needs somehow.
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I bought an iMac and mouse, a phone to go with my new spirit.
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Next step might be a house, six bedrooms and a pool just for me.
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I will live like a Tsar, the beggars chant won't hear it.
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I'll have a boat, new TV and car.
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And in my mouth a fat Cuban cigar.
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Now I'm shopping, I'm not stopping.
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There'll always be new stuff to buy
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and I'll expand my needs somehow.
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I'll expand my needs somehow I swear.
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Material Boy
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| Millencolin |
