| I’d rather be broken with you
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| Than flying on a jet made of gold
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| I’d rather have holes in my shoes
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| Than grow old without you
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| I’d rather be rich in your arms
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| Than be another bitch in the sports car
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| I’d rather go haunted by candle light
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| Cause 5 stars on your own is barely getting by
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| And I know the one thing money can’t buy
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| You can only live in one house at a time
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| Would I care how big a diamond is if suddenly I’m blind
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| Cause I cant buy a heartbeat with pockets full of gold
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| So when I see you standing there
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| Oh let me be your broke billionaire
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| I’d rather run laughing down the road
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| When every word we say is an inside joke
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| I’d rather dance barefoot in my jeans
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| Than faking it in our society
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| And I know the one thing money can’t buy
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| You can only live in one house at a time
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| Would I care how big a diamond is if I’m suddenly blind
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| Cause I can’t buy a heart beat with pockets full of gold
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| So when I see you standing there
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| Oh let me be your broke billonaire
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| And I’m not afraid to die
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| Cause I know the one thing money can’t buy
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| You can only live in one house at a time
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| Would I care how big a diamond is if suddenly I’m blind
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| Cause I cant buy a heart beat with pockets full of gold
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| Just to see you standing there
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| Oh let me be your broke billonaire |