After all that wéve been through,
  at the ending of the day,
  still your arms are open wide,
  still you want to make me pay.
  
  More than pennies, for my dreams,
  make me bleed, to make me pay,
  people charge, for making love,
  know exactly what to do.
  
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  I will not pay, I will not pa-y,
  I will not pa- - y, your sugar tax.
  
  Crying tears, you can't explain,
  begging words, that won't be said,
  you can drag me to the floor,
  you won't take me to your beđ.
  
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  (Chorus to fade)