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Burning Money
Clive Langer & The Boxes
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Crawling out from below the covers
Attacked by the cold and a case of the shivers
I reach for my clothes and see that they're dirty
Lying where I left them last night at 3:30
It's coming to me slow, I start to remember
Hadn't been this bad since last November
So I got myself a line on the telephone
I called up me mate but he wasn't home
I needed him to tell me that it wasn't true
I hadn't gone and burnt all the greens and the blues
Hadn't lost a bet on the two bird ages
Hadn't gone and blown all next week's wages
But I knew by now and the state of me trousers
Must have been acting like rebel rousers
With me head in me hands, weight on me shoulder
Wish that I had acted just a little bit older
Burning money, burning money
Burning money, burning money
Feeling sick at the thought of me losses
The price of the night, whatever the cost is
It was easy to slip into dismal thinking
Could only lead to a hard night's drinking
Hang on tight while me spirits sunk lower
Hoping soon this ride would be over
What about the rich, the poor and the arty
All going down to a money burning party
Burning money, burning money
Burning money, burning money
Burning money, burning money
Burning money, burning money
Burning money, burning money
Burning money, burning money
Burning money, burning money
Burning money, burning money
Burning money, burning money
Burning money, burning money
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