an embarrassment of riches
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up ahead between the ditches
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steady on
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pails of blue grass beads and baubles
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in the toilets of the supermodels
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steady on
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watch what you wish for
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as someone else pollutes it
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some see the rarest bird
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and hunt it down and shoot it
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let me lose so beautifully
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let me lick the dew from the money tree
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have the moms of world all care about me
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at suppertime
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the road to wreckage stretches west
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from survival to excess
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and beyond
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from magic beans and golden eggs
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to swollen livers and tired legs
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trammel on
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the breakfast of failures
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is an unexacting list
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subtract oppurtunity
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you can mix it up with your fists
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let me lose so beautifully
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let me lick the dew from the money tree
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have the moms of world all care about me
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at suppertime
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let me feel what it's like to have it
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let me battle all of your rich man's habits
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let me cry down the front of a smoking jacket
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after suppertime
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let me stand hypnotized by what I'm doing
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smell the orchids by the road to ruin
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when the heirs are asleep and we think about screwing
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after suppertime
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Suppertime
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| The Odds |
