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You'll need lots of money, as you've been told.
For darling, I'm much more expensive than gold,
You'll swindle your mother just for a buck,
You'll turn into something violent and corrupt,
You'll mug and steal for my narcotic charm,
And won't be content until I'm in your arms,

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