I can hear it everywhere
I can hear it in the streets
it's the sound of desire
Oh the shackles that we wear
are paper thin and green
and maybe we are finally tired
How did it ever, how did it ever trump
How did it ever trump well-being?
Oh some pockets run so deep
The rest are struggling for a piece
of a fast-turning pie
And the waters while we sleep
are getting bought up by a thief
with paper bills for eyes
How did it ever, how did it ever trump
How did it ever trump well-being?

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