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Money

Money
The root of all evil
Money
We all bow to its will
Money
Makes me crazy
Money
Turns my sight hazy
Money
Whether a lot or a little
Money
We can't answer its riddle
Money
Buying material things
Money
Happiness it doesn't always bring
Money
Brings deceit and lies
Money
Never satisfies
Money
Whether rich or poor
Money
Need I say anymore