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Pressure's on, I can't slow down
Got to make it 'fore the best years pass me by
Up before dawn, building my crown
In my own eyes, it's a noble sacrifice

I spend my time tryin' to make a little hay
Before the sun stops shinin'

Material magic got a spell on me one more time

Pile it high, save it up for a rainy day
For surprises, unexpected tragedy
Funny thing is, it can all blow away
Leave ya broken, leave ya beggin'
Down on your knees

It makes good sense till the walls of my security
Come crashin' in

Material magic got a spell on me, one more time

And the checkbooks and the credit cards go flyin'
You can get 'em in the mail before you apply
Can my limit take the weight of what I'm buyin'
Good money down on my own slice of the pie

Are we crazy or just out of control
That we bow down to what money can buy
Seems like people will trade in their souls
For the pleasure, for the ecstasy of the eye

Does Jesus weep, that I spend my time collectin'
What I cannot keep
I heard him say, "Lay your treasure up
Where the hands of time cannot decay"
Pressure's on, I can't slow down   Got to make it 'fore the best years pass me by   Up before dawn, building my crown   In my own eyes, it's a noble sacrifice      I spend my time tryin' to make a little hay   Before the sun stops shinin'      Material magic got a spell on me one more time      Pile it high, save it up for a rainy day   For surprises, unexpected tragedy   Funny thing is, it can all blow away   Leave ya broken, leave ya beggin'   Down on your knees      It makes good sense till the walls of my security   Come crashin' in      Material magic got a spell on me, one more time      And the checkbooks and the credit cards go flyin'   You can get 'em in the mail before you apply   Can my limit take the weight of what I'm buyin'   Good money down on my own slice of the pie      Are we crazy or just out of control   That we bow down to what money can buy   Seems like people will trade in their souls   For the pleasure, for the ecstasy of the eye      Does Jesus weep, that I spend my time collectin'   What I cannot keep   I heard him say, "Lay your treasure up   Where the hands of time cannot decay"