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When you go

Truth be told it can control
Life love hate your soul
What's your status where you stand
slave to the grind or the fucking man
Waste of skin without a clue or
Fuck you money neck tattoo
Whatever you're chasing is driven by greed
The rich need more
The poor just need
But remember this at the end of the day
When the banks are closed and its all tucked away
We're all gonna die just so you know
And you can't take it with you When you go
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