Oh, there ain t no rest for the wicked, Money don t grow on trees. We got bills to pay, We got mouths to feed, There ain t nothing in this world for free. I know we can t slow down, We can t hold back, Though you know, we wish we could. No there ain t no rest for the wicked, Until we close our eyes for good
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