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to get to the top where the high rollers play
you must always seek sunshine to make all the hay
life becomes one big office that you never can leave
never let failure derail you and always believe

the route to the top offers all you desire
the dreams of great fortune gets you higher and higher
focused on the next task and blind to all thats around
no desire for love except the love of the pound

no sympathy shown for the mentally ill
for the sick or the lonely did sorry you feel
so now is your time to be taught whats inside
and restore your compassion and be rid of your pride

Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes 
and clever in their own sight. and values only his buys
be ready to fall and in sight be a sinner
and understand that the riches doesnt make a lifes winner

whilst your eyes will become wide and your heart become soft
a fall on to your knees sees you hands rise aloft
the visions of all that you walked past in haste
no help did you offer fearing time you would waste

mankind will be brought low, and each man will be humbled;
the arrogant eyes will be lowered. and their mortar be crumbled
now pay attention my son and trust your saviour your lord
as he rids the worlds hatred and peace will be restored

your tunnelll vision ambition has been laden with frills
the cars and the mansion as the bank account fills
no thought for man women or beast just yourself as the only
had all the trappings of gold but success shared with lonely

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