The sailor walks across the ocean
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Unsafe on waves of glass
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Any time dark skies could open
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And he could perish at the mast
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His stomach turns, the potion burns
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He's lifting every stone
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[CHORUS]
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Money comes, and money goes
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But man must always have a home
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Money comes, and money goes
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Man could never be alone
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Hunter in his leafy temple
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Monkeys sing, the lion rides
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Jungle tempting with example
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His gun always by his side
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The potion burns, his stomach turns
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He's lifting every stone
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[CHORUS]
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Astronauts on a travelled plan
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Searching for his other man
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The plastic pawn is in his hand
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And in the other, a looking glass
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His stomach turns, the potion burns
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He's lifting every stone
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[CHORUS]
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Money comes
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Money goes
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One Jungle
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The Fixx |