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So take the boy to the back, cover up his ears

We got some dirty little secrets we don't want him to hear

In this business, you don't question someone's wealth

We'll chain him to the bed so he won't run away

Then, we'll take the piggy bank and cash it in on our way

So chase your dreams and never let them go down here

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But you can kick it in the back, make it all go away

Take some pills for the pain and throw your voice away

Someone else is paid to write the hits

So you can talk until you're rich, until your cheekbones hurt

And then a little baby talk to make sure you still work

It's all about the pointless perks that we all pay for to pay for ourselves

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Yeah, yeah, yeah