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Cash Machine (Roots Manuva Mix)
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Go to a cash machine
To get a ticket home
A message on the screen
Says, “Don't make plans, you're broke”
full lyrics...
Go to a cash machine
To get a ticket home
A message on the screen
Says, “Don't make plans, you're broke”
full lyrics...
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Features Of This Song
electronica roots
techno influences
disco influences
rock influences
danceable beats
a male vocal
use of modal harmonies
light drum fills
acoustic drum samples
synth swoops
affected synths
a highly synthetic sonority
subtle use of noise effects
trippy soundscapes

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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I try to skip the fare
You know it's a drag
Publisher: UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBL. MGB LTD.
I wonder if I'll ever get
I've only just been paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Songwriter: Richard Archer
I can't afford to be a daddy
What am I gonna do?
That night we could not wait
My pocket, my pocket
No, no, this can't be right
But you can't look back
I live an honest life
Cash machine
I'm always paying, never make it
Better believe it
There's a hole in my pocket
Ticket inspector's there
I'm working for the cash machine
There's a hole in my pocket
I'm always paying, never make it
We tried to play it safe
Better believe it, yeah
No, no, this can't be right
I scratch a living, it ain't easy
My pocket, my pocket
You know it's a drag
Cash machine
But you can't look back
You don't get by, no
My credit's in the red
But you can't look back
I'm working for the cash machine
To where I want to be
Says, “Don't make plans, you're broke”
I scratch a living, it ain't easy
So I leave tonight, no
To where I want to be
Better believe it
'Til I'm seen, right, no
Cash machine
You know it's a drag
There's a hole in my pocket
She said it would be alright
I scratch a living, it ain't easy
My girlfriend's test turned blue
Go to a cash machine
I try to phone a friend
My pocket, my pocket
You don't cross the line
Three weeks five days
I know that time is tight
I'm always paying, never make it
No, no, this can't be right
I wonder if I'll ever get
To get a ticket home
There's a hole in my pocket
To where I want to be
I wonder if I'll ever get
It seems like sometimes
A message on the screen
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