I was young and healthy
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Extremely wealthy
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I swung in the trees
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And did as I pleased
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I thought I was rich
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Oh yeah
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Such sweet seduction
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I could feel the suction
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Greasing my palm
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And doing no harm
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Just making some deals
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What a bitch
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Money talks to me
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Whispers in my ear
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Gives me everything I want
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Everything I want
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I had rising stock
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So I got more pockets
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I knew somewhere to stick it
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Where no-one would nick it
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I kinda went private
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And then, aha
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Such sweet seclusion
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No more intrusion
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Too much food on my plate
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But there's guards at the gate
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Such joy
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I could almost die of it
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Money talks to me
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Lays it on the line
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Gives me everything I want
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Everything I want
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Money goes to money
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Yes it always returns
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Finds its way back to the big house
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Where it lives all alone
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Wraithlike silent partners
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Operators of the system
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Give words of quiet assurance
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To an otherwise healthy victim
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It's all coming back to me
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I would swing in the trees
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And I'd swim in the ocean
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I used to show some emotion
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I was not to blame
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I feel no shame
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The structure was shaking
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Was there for the taking
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I had the resources
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But then, oh no
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Someone outbid me
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I can't take it with me?
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Then I will devour it
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I can't go without it
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It's simply a question of
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Market forces
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Money talks to me
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Whispers in my ear
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Gives me everything I want
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Everything I want
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Money talks to me
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Laughs right in my face
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Gives me everything I want
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Everything I want
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Money Talks
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| Deep Purple |
