(1, 2, 1, 2, yeah! )
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A poor man would kill for the bank,
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But a rich man would die for it.
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If that's the case,
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When I'm runnin' this race.
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It's the last place I'll waste time.
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'Cause see, time is money and money breaks hearts,
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But you can buy yourself a new girlfriend.
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She'll be a cold eyed woman with a greedy eye
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Waitin' for your old ass to die.
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I'm so happy here with you 'cause you're my type of
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Girl.
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You never cared about my empty piggy bank,
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Or the things that we could never do.
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Uh-huh.
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So give to the poor and pray for the rich,
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'Cause you never know when your heart's gonna quit.
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If you're working for a paycheck, you better cash in,
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'Cause life's to short to never have lived.
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And I'm so happy here with you 'cause you're my type of
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Girl.
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You never cared about my empty piggy bank,
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Or the things that we could never do.
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Uh-huh.
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See, I've been working my whole life,
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Tryin' to prove the pissy people wrong.
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That you can earn an honest living with an old guitar
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And a couple old-fashioned songs.
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I'm so happy here with you 'cause you're my type of
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Girl.
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You never cared about my empty piggy bank,
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Or the things that we could never do.
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Uh-huh
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Piggybank
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| Nevershoutnever! |
