Anchor me down oh ship made of gold
Take me to your treasures below
I've been waiting my life to see a full fortune
And I'll wait yet another to spend all my wealth
But what is the point in gold blocks and jewelry
If I could never spend enough to soothe me
Should I donate or burn all my money away
On the people less fortunate or my own toys to play
Maybe I'll keep it locked up in a safe
With the highest security to be burned fast away
I try to not think of the good I could do
Because that would be making it too easy to prove
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