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People like you

I saw a photograph, a woman in a bath
Of hundred dollar bills
If the cold doesn't kill her, money will

I read a magazine that said by seventeen
Your life was at an end
I'm dead and I'm perfectly content

And these songs that I sing
Do they mean anything
To the people I'm singing them to
People like you

And these songs that we sing
Do they mean anything
To the people we're singing them to
Tonight they do

Tonight they do
Tonight they do