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She's tripping over the flowers in her garden
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The weeds are growing high
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She dropped her laundry off at school
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And hung her children on the clothesline to dry
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She's throwing trash in her swimming pool
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She's pouring chlorine on her lawn
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You might think she needs a pair of glasses
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But, no, my friend you're wrong
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She cannot see the beauty in a tree
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Or in the life that it supplies
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This should not strike you as a mystery
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For she has dollar signs in her eyes
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She has dollar signs in her eyes
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She has dollar signs in her eyes
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Dollar signs in her eyes
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She's crashing her car in an intersection
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She did not see the light
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She's walking round and round in a shopping mall
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As if she had no sight
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Dreams are only clouds
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That form and dissipate
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The sky is a highway for metal birds
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And land is real estate
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She does not understand her world depends
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Upon a history of lies
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She walks right by all her old high school friends
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For she has dollar signs in her eyes
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She has dollar signs in her eyes
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She has dollar signs in her eyes
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Dollar signs in her eyes
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Dollar Signs in Her Eyes
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| Dead Milkmen |
