I walk the streets to see a homeless man
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With his outstretched hands
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You know he want somethin' to eat
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Or maybe another bag of meth for his head
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But he want the dollar, the dollar, the dollar
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On my way home, I like to go past
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All the nice neighborhoods
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See all the big houses
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Costs money everywhere
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And I want the dollar, the dollar, the dollar
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Ooh, it's my lucky day
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Now that I can chase that man away
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I feel like I can do anything
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Oh
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Ooh, it's my lucky day
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Now that I can chase that man away
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I feel like I can do anything
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Darlin', I can buy everything
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Gave back my soul, so fresh, so clean
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Smiling those pearly whites
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Then waited till I was fast asleep
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To rob me in the middle of the night
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For the dollar, a dollar, that dollar
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With a little bit of money in one hand
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Contract in the other
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He wanted it so bad
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He'd enslave his own brother
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For the dollar, a dollar, the dollar, yeah
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Ooh, it's my lucky day
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Now that I can chase that man away
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I feel like I can do anything
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Darling, I can buy everything
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Ooh, it's my lucky day
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Now that I can chase that man away
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I feel like I can do anything
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Yeah, your life has no meaning at all
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And it's all set up for you to fall
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That'll make you believe
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Oh, don't you believe it, no, no
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Yeah, your life has no meaning at all
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And it's all set up for you to fall
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Why don't you believe it
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Man, don't you believe it, no, no, yeah
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The Dollar
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| Bilal |
