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I remember eagles, I remember bearsDead by the nineties, and nobody caredThe cold war was over but red, white, and bluehad money to burn and oil to spareOh, oh, oh, oh,I want my money backHey, hey, hey,I want my money backHey, hey, hey,I want my money backHey, hey, heyThere's just something about sellingthat feels so fucking wrongYou can ask, but we're not tellingBecause we wrote this song,There are stereotypical men in suitsI could have told you all alongWell you and I can talk about monetary pursuitWe both know right from wrongI want my money back, hey, hey, heyI want my money back, hey, hey, heyI want my money back, hey, hey, hey From Letras Mania