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I make more

Mama told you to hate the rich man when you're poor

I make more

'Cause one day, finally, I realized there's no encore

I don't know if anybody is whole

That moment's gone

There's no paradise, just whimsical woes

And charlatans

Chase that bag, then dig your hole

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