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The system loves the richest boy,
the richest sheiks of Arabie.
The system loves the richest girl,
a modern mind is climbing free.
The walls are clean, the body dry,
no memory can confuse her why,
because if I'm not dead this way,
our craziness is here to stay—
Have you seen the shouts-us-down,
we overroll manhattan town, we
hold the uncle by the family,
fakers countin' Tokyo 'round me—
The system loves the richest boy,
the richest girl is in the world;
they'll buy her life for everything,
her food, her clothes, her car, her dream!
Freedom can't invest itself,
it's all a game for someone else;
One thing sure, it's real you see,
when you got conspiracy!