Little pieces of colored paper
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Feel its grip and its will to shape ya
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Kneel before the greed
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that's gonna rape ya
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Call collect to the undertaker
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little pieces of colored paper
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valued more than its very maker
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It is your god
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It is your king
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It puts a price on everything
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Watch the color of our collar
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when you steal the almighty dollar
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The color of money is the color of greed
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That is a shade of green I do not need
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It plagues men's hearts
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poisons their souls
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They make the money
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but its in control
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You face the facts
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then you'd know that its true
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its got more of a right to exist than you do
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Put a price on your life
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My pockets are empty
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but my heart is full
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and I don't need money
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to give my life value
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You can buy the land
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but you can't buy the Sky
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There are some things in this world
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that your money can't buy
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THESE DREAMS ARE FREE
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