Rich Kids Blues

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[Verse 1]
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Bubble, bubble straight to my head
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The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar
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You're bringin' trouble, trouble back in my bed
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When nobody can save me
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Cause the smoke is my baby, baby


[Pre-Chorus]
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   Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways
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Mama, there's nothing you can do or say


[Chorus]
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I got the rich kids blues
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And it got nothing to do with you
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I got the rich kids blues
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And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through


[Solo]
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[Verse 2]
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Wire, wire over my head
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Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy"
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And the sires, sires outta your bed
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For delirious gestures are so easily misread


[Pre-Chorus]
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   Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste
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Mama, there's nothing you can do or say


[Chorus]
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I got the rich kids blues
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And it got nothing to do with you
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I got the rich kids blues
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And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
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I got the rich kids blues
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And it got nothing to do with you
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I got the rich kids blues
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And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through


[Outro]
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Mama, I got the rich kids blues
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Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways
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Mama, I got the rich kids blues