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Money

Money slips through your fingers Depression sets in and lingers No gifts to buy Why, oh why? Can't go shopping, don't have enough Do I really need it, it's just stuff Can't buy pizza If I had money maybe I would go to Tunisia Oh, the lack Everything so black Wanting to get When increase doesn't come, I get upset Maybe, I'm sinning Don't seem to be winning Nothing is funny Wish it were sunny Increase I'll get Won't be upset

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