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Never wanted to be rich or famous |
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Only wanted to move out of my parents' basement |
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Make my living doing something that makes people happy. |
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Seems so easy, |
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Seems so easty, oh. |
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Where did all my money go? |
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If you say I sold my soul |
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Then you don't know what I know. |
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Where did all my money go? |
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If I sold out long ago |
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Then why am I still broke? |
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Please allow me to address a few small misconceptions |
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About my motivations. |
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I'll tell you the truth |
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Yes, we're in it for the money. |
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Otherwise we'd never get from one place to another, yeah. |
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That's what I used to think. Yeah. |
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Before I knew anything about anything, oh. |
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Where did all my money go? |
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If you say I sold my soul |
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Then you don't know what I know. |
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Where did all my money go? |
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If I sold out long ago |
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Then why am I still broke? |
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We hold our lightning jars up high and wait for thunderstorms |
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To rain down fireflies |
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Our hope is all we bring back in our jars |
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Empty though they seem to be |
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But still we sing, oh yeah. |
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That's what I learned to think. Yeah. |
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That what this business did to me, oh. |
