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[04 Feb 2010|09:17pm] |
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand. Lord, don't they help themselves?
But when the taxman come to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no.
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