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How can we (how can we)
make you understand (make you understand)
All you can be (All you can be)
is given in your hand
You won't need money
Trust in me
take me by the hand
Oh give us a chip
Dreams are strewn across the sand
You won't need money
Well all the bent-back pedderlars the jugglers & fools
They're driving me crazy
I'm climbing the walls
Oh show me the way the way to my stool
Cause I'm so sick
so sick of it all
And when the penny drops
Trust in me
take me by the hand
don't cash in your chips (don't cash in your chips)
just yet
dreams are strewn across the sand
you won't need (you won't money)
oh no
Well, all the bent-back pedderlars the jugglers and fools
They're driving me crazy
I'm climbing the walls
Oh show me the way the way to my stool
Cause I'm so sick
So sick of it all
And when the penny drops...