[ Pink Floyd ]

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Money, get away
You get a good job with more pay and you’re okay

Money, it’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash

New car, caviar, four-star daydream
Think I’ll buy me a football team

Money, get back
I’m alright, Jack
Keep your hands off of my stack

Money, it’s a hit
Ah, don’t give me that do-goody-good bullshit

I’m in the high-fidelity, first class travelling set
And I think I need a Learjet

Money, it’s a crime
Share it fairly, but don’t take a slice of my pie

Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today

But if you ask for a rise, it’s no surprise
That they’re giving none away

Away, away, away
Away, away, away
Away, away

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