The
money blues
Everyone
says it is true
Give
us a lot of money
We
will sing our bad day
Wake
up in the morning
The
lights shine through the windows
The
day begins to draw the sky
We
see the patterns we never know why
We
only know
The
money blues
Everyone
says it is true
We
search our pockets empty right through
The
money blues
We
can't escape it in our lives
Poor
or rich we all need it
In
our days seeking trade of fortunes
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