Time
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Time is money, bastard
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And hope
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Is all that you can steal
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And time
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Is happy ever after
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With Jesus, Jesus,
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Jesus, Jesus at the wheel
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And you are so beautiful
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That I would drink my fill
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More pure and more suitable
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Than any pint of poison
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I could guzzle or spill
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War
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War is money, bastard
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Cos fear
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Keeps knocking at your door
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But war
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Is spreading like a cancer
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With Jesus, Jesus
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Jesus marching on before
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And you are so beautiful
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That I will drink my fill
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More pure and more suitable
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Than any pint of poison
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I could guzzle or spill
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Love
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Claims to have the answer
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To all
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Your troubles every day
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Love
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Love is money, bastard
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So like Jesus, Jesus,
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Jesus, give it all away
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And you are so beautiful
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That I will drink my fill
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More pure and more suitable
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Than any pint of poison
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I could guzzle or spill
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I could guzzle or spill
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I could guzzle or spill
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I could guzzle or spill
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I could guzzle or spill
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Time Is Money
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| Placebo |
