Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked, money don't grow on trees, I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed and ain't nothin in this world for free. Oh no I can't slow down, I can't hold back, though you know I wish I could, cause there ain't no rest for the wicked, till we close our eyes for good.
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