| Contentment, oh so rare
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| A fine jewel obscure to man
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| A treasure buried underneath our many possessions
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| Its quite tiresome you know
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| To find the key
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| To find the fix
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| I traveled to, I traveled through
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| To find the key
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| To find the fix
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| I did what every one else did
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| Set my mind on vanity
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| Spent my pay on luxury
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| But «luxury is artificial poverty»
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| We sit at the banquet table
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| Meals served like we’re kings and queens
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| Yet all we ingest is a plate of envy
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| We sit at the banquet table
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| Meals served like we’re kings and queens
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| Starving for a taste of whats across from me
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| Is it ever enough?
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| Is it in my head? |
| is it in my blood?
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| I ran out of room
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| I couldn’t find the space for ease
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| I bought what they sold
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| Consume consume, I’m consumed
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| Exhausting myself, I spin on an endless loop
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| «When I have this then ill be happy
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| When I have that then ill be savvy»
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| We sit at the banquet table
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| Meals served like we’re kings and queens
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| Yet all we ingest is a plate of envy
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| We sit at the banquet table
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| Meals served like we’re kings and queens
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| Starving for a taste of whats across from me
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| An accumulation of assets
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| But still a groaning in our stomaches
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| Who knew vacuity inside would be so heavy
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| But may we strive for a greater gain
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| Free from the burden of silver
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| A perspective that is rich and worth the weight of gold
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| I will be wealthy not in what i own
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| But in what i can do with out
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| Contentment, oh so rare
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| A fine jewel obscure to man
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| A treasure buried underneath possessions |