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Money, get awayGet a good job with more pay and you’re okayMoney, it’s a gasGrab that cash with both hands and make a stashNew car, caviar, four star daydreamThink I’ll buy me a football team
Money, get backI’m alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stackMoney, it’s a hitDon’t give me that do-goody-good bullshitI’m in the high-fidelity first class traveling setAnd I think I need a lear jet(Uoh, saxophone)
Money, it’s a crimeShare it fairly, but don’t take a slice of my pieMoney, so it’s saidIt’s the root of all evil todayBut if you ask for a riseIt’s no surprise that they’re giving none away
Away, away, awayAway, awayAway, away, away
Pink Floyd – Money
Pink Floyd – Money
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