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LAm REm MI
The moon is hanging in a purple sky
LAm REm MI
Baby's sleeping while his mother sighs
REm MI LAm
Talking about the rich folks
REm
The rich folks have the same jokes
MI LAm
But they park in basic places
The priest is preaching from a shallow grave
Counts his money, then he paints you saved
Talking `bout the young folks
Young folks share the same jokes
But they meet in older places
CHORUS
REm MI LAm
So don't tell me about your success
REm MI LAm
Nor your recipes for my happiness
REm MI LAm
Smoke in bed, I never could digest
REm MI LAm
Those illusions you claim to have going
The sun is shining as it always done
Coffin dust is the fate of everyone
Talking about the rich folks
The poor create the rich hoax
And only late breast fed fools believe it
CHORUS
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