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I would give all of my heart to you
If only I could
If I had a heart to give
I'd give it to you
And I'd give no thought to her
If only I could
But I'd like something to eat
And I'd like somewhere to sleep
It breaks my heart, but I'm afraid it's true
We're all money's fools
It's so bad, but it's the way of the world
Look at the kindly old soul
Asleep in a ditch
Is it a crime to be bad
When it's not worth being good?
It's a rotten old life
You tend to find
The rotten will rise
The best are hung
Take a look at that rich shareholder's smile
How many heads had to fall
Beforе he could smile?
This is the way of thе world
This is the way of the world, way of the world