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Money, it'll feed my tummy But it, will never feed my soul Where my soul should me There's a hole in me I can't live from 9 to 5 That's not enough

When I walk down the street people can't resist to stare I don't exist and I'm not really there Tired and sick I wanna get outta here 'Cause the people

It?s such a sad state of affairs, and I don?t care A sad state of affairs It?s such a sad state of affairs ? I don?t care Look at things long enough

: I'm goin down to the river and drown myself, well I'm goin down to the river and drown myself Oh babe, oh I'm goin down yes and turn myself in, Cause

: Dies irae, dies illa Dies irae, dies illa Tuba mirum spargens sonum Decet in inferno Dies illa, dies illa Translation: A day of wrath, that day

It's nearly 3 a.m. And still no sight of him When it comes to love I'm in the dark Lord, I don't understand Why I stand by my man All he's ever done

Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favored sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of His train: Hallelujah!

Beyond the vision through these eyes, Behind the image going deep within inside. She lies with thoughts drought in the cold, I watch her harmless face

Black hair, the night descending Baby never puts her trust in Tight black tie too quick to laughter Ain't no telling what he's after Found