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When you're not around, your people have their way with words And you don’t have to hear the sound to feel the burn Well, I get up and down And very close to people's lives You've got some things you can erase Honey, I’ve got mine I know that you want to be seen And to be heard Oh, to be loved, it's not a crime Money is the root of the game What you stand to gain But everybody's gonna lose their heads You got the magic smile Makes people turn their heads And take their love and make it burn for you instead Well, I get so inspired And you know just how much that's worth Most people know just what they want, but can't make it work I know that you want to be free And to be wild And to be hugged just like a child Money is the root of the game The problem with fame Is everyone going to lose their edge From Letras Mania