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    That's when I hit pay dirt
    Sink or swim
    I'm jumpin' in
    Huddled masses cling together
    But the herd gets thin
    Self assured
    With those fighting words
    Your so-called figure of speech
    Won't be hard

    I'll never lose my shirt
    Someday I'll hit pay pirt
    I'd rather die of thirst

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    Fast-moving fast-ducking fast
    Running fast from the blast
    I'm here to carry my weigth
    Murder will out the ingrates
    No tampering with the soul
    I'm sidestepping your phony idols
    That's when I'll hit pay dirt

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    Composition: John Bush and Joey Vera

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