| I walk the streets to see a homeless man
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| With his outstretched hands
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| You know he want somethin' to eat
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| Or maybe another bag of meth for his head
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| But he want the dollar, the dollar, the dollar
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| On my way home, I like to go past
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| All the nice neighborhoods
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| See all the big houses
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| Costs money everywhere
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| And I want the dollar, the dollar, the dollar
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| Ooh, it’s my lucky day
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| Now that I can chase that man away
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| I feel like I can do anything
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| Oh
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| Ooh, it’s my lucky day
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| Now that I can chase that man away
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| I feel like I can do anything
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| Darlin', I can buy everything
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| Gave back my soul, so fresh, so clean
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| Smiling those pearly whites
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| Then waited till I was fast asleep
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| To rob me in the middle of the night
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| For the dollar, a dollar, that dollar
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| With a little bit of money in one hand
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| Contract in the other
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| He wanted it so bad
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| He’d enslave his own brother
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| For the dollar, a dollar, the dollar, yeah
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| Ooh, it’s my lucky day
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| Now that I can chase that man away
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| I feel like I can do anything
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| Darling, I can buy everything
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| Ooh, it’s my lucky day
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| Now that I can chase that man away
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| I feel like I can do anything
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| Yeah, your life has no meaning at all
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| And it’s all set up for you to fall
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| That’ll make you believe
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| Oh, don’t you believe it, no, no
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| Yeah, your life has no meaning at all
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| And it’s all set up for you to fall
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| Why don’t you believe it
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| Man, don’t you believe it, no, no, yeah |