she said
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"I'm young enough
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I'm old enough
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to paint a smile
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I tasted heaven and hell
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heaven stay awhile
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a good friend is rare find
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their straight talk can ease your mind
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a good pimps gonna rob you blind
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money money money
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I feel like a pawn in my own world
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I found the system and I lost the pearl
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it's breaking me down
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well you won't wake you don't shake
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you just make the sound
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go round and round and round
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and round
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bleed a little
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bleed a little
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til you freedom calls you
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somewhere out
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children laugh
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like meteors
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rolling down the grass
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mothers pull the night time in
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calling their children
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with spoons in the wind
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but not for me
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she said
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"I'm young enough
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I'm old enough
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in the city machine
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where industries
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fill the fish
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full of mercury
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(it's tax free)
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she said
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"my struggle hurt
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but it turned me on
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and when the revolution came
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the chain was gone
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on my feet
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to the sound of my heartbeat
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money money money
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do you feel like a pawn
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in your own world?
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you found the system
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and you lost the pearl
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like leaves coming down
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you've got to wake, shake,
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make your vibe go round
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and round and round and round
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Money
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| Laura Nyro |
