the gold your greed is thirsting for
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is evil's root and the pride of fools, and you
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i bet you thought i was kidding when i chose
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to be broke in the most humble way
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a concept of life you could never understand
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an ideal too right for a business man
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in the wrong fucking place for the wrong fucking things
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you could never understand the things we sing
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the greed, running inside your head
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is so insulting to us.
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doesn't it hurt when what you love is bought and sold?
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a material world is what you're striving for
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but the real gold is something you can't touch
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it's in our hearts, not our wallets
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and you're turning into something to fulfill
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the greed, running inside your head
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is so insulting to us.
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doesn't it hurt when what you love is bought and sold?
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and when it comes down to it
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we don't need your, your greedy eyes and dollar signs
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to cheapen the worth and lessen the value of all we know
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we don't need your, your greedy eyes and dollar signs
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when we got our true minds and humble hearts
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the only tools we need for true growth.
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and every dollar you fucking make
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is more spit in my face
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you can't sell your beliefs
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if they really mean something to you.
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Dig Somewhere Else
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Have Heart |