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sometimes it's the things that you want
stepping on the things that you need
pets your head and changes your thought
puts chains around the things you believe
more money
fingers wrapped around your throat
consumer lusting you can't breathe
wishing you could give it all back
once again a fools made of me
more money
try to put a budget on life
and even that seems to stretch
wants exceed the length of your grasp
so you must work till you're dead
dead
work till you're dead
you're dead