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Nature of the things that keep me up at night Or precisely that I can't explain them Searching for a fair break in an unfair world And the rules just seem to keep on changin' Fifty thousand dollars wouldn't change my mind But fifty million more just might I got my convictions but I won't miss 'em I got my conscience but I won't listen I stand accused of all the usual stuff My heart is true, but is it strong enough? You know what they say, wouldn't it be nice? Well, I guess that's true I'll make my forty nine, nine, nine Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine I said nine, nine, nine Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine I'll make my forty nine Form my opinions from a comfortable position But our politics are still unproven (Oh, oh, yeah) I don't know how I got 'em but I might as well use 'em There's a comfort in my chosen delusions (Oh, oh, yeah) Letras de cancionesFifty thousand dollars wouldn't change my mind But fifty million, now we're talking Man, I've been tempted but not that often If they want some of this, well, it's gonna cost 'em I stand accused of all the usual stuff My heart is true, but is it strong enough? You know what they say, money has got a prize Well, I guess that's true And fifty million's mine I stand accused of that which I accuse you of But how 'bout you, how long should be enough? You know what they say, wouldn't it be nice? Well, I guess that's true I'll make my forty nine, nine, nine Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine I said nine, nine, nine Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine Nine, nine, nine Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine I'll make my forty nine From Letras Mania