If
Only money could fall from heaven
I would be walking down the street
With my arms wide open
Waiting for the money to fall
So that I could catch it
And give some to somebody
That needs it urgent
Rather than waste on something stupit
Or on me
Because I know that would be a sin
To not share the money with somebody that needs urgent
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