and I just can't get this off my mind
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my voice it yells inside
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It tells me all the time
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that I could leave right now
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oh, it dares me up to see this place
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green and a machine washed gray
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but all we know is this...
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I been trying for the past 4 years
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broken a lie to get this here
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it's not the heart that makes the man,
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it's the money in his hand
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it's been a struggle for the past few nights
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I had to quit to realize,
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that I can't waste my time on it
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in case this is all I get
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one year, one month, and seven days
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to lose the love it takes
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and grow plastic from my hands
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so I can leave right now
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oh, it cheers me up to see this place
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green and a machine washed gray
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with all the shine and ritz...
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I been trying for the past 4 years
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broken a lie to get this here
|
it's not the heart that makes the man,
|
it's the money in his hand
|
it's been a struggle for the past few nights
|
I had to quit to realize,
|
that I can't waste my time on it
|
in case this is all I get
|
|
I been trying for the past 4 years
|
broken a lie to get this here
|
it's not the heart that makes the man,
|
it's the money in his hand
|
it's been a struggle for the past few nights
|
I had to quit to realize,
|
that I can't waste my time on it
|
in case this is all I get
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I get...
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Money In His Hand
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| The Early November |
