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How can we make you understand 
  All you can be is right here in your hand 
  You don't need money 
  trust in me, take me by the hand 
  give us a chip 
  and it blows across the sand 
  you won't need money 
  and all the pimps, punks, pederasts, jugglers and fools 
  are climbing the walls 
  show me the way, the way to my stove 
  and I'm so sick of it all 
  but when the penny drops 
  trust in me, take me by the hand 
  all you can be is strewn across the sand 
  don't need money