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Shut the door,
Shut your suitcase and come along,
We can't carry on like this.
Money, money,
(eh) i don't care about it,
I want to live to be old;
To fly in the sky over the town,
I would kill myself rather than give in.
So, with my music i can be free,
And i'd give anything to be free;
So with my madness i can believe,
And i'd give anithing to believe.
Nothing ever
Happens in this quiet land,
And my work is very foolish.
Money, money,
(eh) i don't care about it,
I want to live to be old;
To fly in the sky over the town,
I would kill myself rather than give in.
So, with my music i can be free, and i'd give anything to be free;
So with my madness i can believe,
And i'd give anithing to believe.
