Uh, yeah, That's alright. (Chorus) I don't wanna be like you, Filthy rich... I don't wanna be like you, filthy rich... I don't Wanna be like you, filthy rich... I don't wanna be like you, filthy Rich... If you tried to explain, I wouldn't understand. Even if you Twist my arm, I don't know. I'm falling through five different Frames of distortion. Knowing me disturbing its flow... I'm using Blind, I'm using fault. I'm using all that's within my reach. What Conducts patterns of electricity that leave me wandering oblivion's Beach... OK, wait a minute, what's the big deal. I'm not allowed to Be composed of love. Consider questions of a lonely man. From Clashes to ashes and greed to dust, OK, fine, where's the big wall,
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