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I don't want your money
I don't do it for fame
I don't even need to know
You ever knew my name
I just need this moment
To break you from the game
And realize that from God's eyes
We are all the same

From debutantes to paupers
Moguls to the meek
Athletes and grand elite
To the frail and the weak

From the rich to the poor
We have one thing in common
Your status doesn't matter
From the inside of a coffin

From the miracle of birth
To pomp and circumstance
Or humble cold beginnings
And living just by chance

Life is far too short
To forget how to pray
Since all men will stand equal
On judgment day

Oh, you can keep your money
I don't believe in fame
I don't even want to know
You ever knew my name
Just take a quiet moment
Forget about the game
And realize that from God's eyes
We are all the same