In the pursuit of happiness And the American dream I moved to New York City And joined an investment banking team But to survive in this city You must choose between goals Should you give up your 'quality of life' To join others who've sold their souls? Money isn't everything And true love it will never buy But it can help repress feelings And certainly help get you high It's hard to find balance When you work 90 hours a week Because when you do have free time Everyone else is asleep So if you think that Wall Street Is the place you should be Make sure you think twice Before you end up like meBirth sign: Gemini
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