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Burn, money; burn I don't like the wheels that you turn You don't know the value of things I still like your bells when they ring Burn, money; burn What I was taught is not what I learn I don't need an IQ-score to beat Take my heart, there's nothing to compete You could say that Love's late for someone You could say that Love waits on someone Sing, my heart; sing I know that you can change anything I cross the street and lean on the wind The truth is like a whisper, laughing Sting, my heart; sting Our enemy must save their own skin It just takes a spark to light across If they could, they would want to be like us From Letras Mania