| As sad as it may seem
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| I call pennies in between
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| These cushions a good means of saving dimes
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| I never claimed that I’d be rich
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| Never said I would try
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| But I live well enough to eat and I’ll live long enough to die
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| So don’t sell what you can keep
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| Sell it high or sell it cheap
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| For you’ll miss it just the same
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| Poor boy poor me
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| My mother’s a millionaire now
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| She spends it in the clouds
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| So I skipped town hoping somehow to drown it out
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| And I’m sure someday I’ll hit it big as well
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| Sad enough only time will tell as to when
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| Or what it’s all about
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| So don’t sell what you can keep
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| Sell it high or sell it cheap
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| For you’ll miss it just the same
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| Poor boy poor me
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| They say the devil will take your soul
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| They say this world ain’t no place to call home
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| I don’t know, I often pay it all no mind
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| And as sad as it may seem I call pennies in between
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| These cushions a good means of saving dimes
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| So don’t sell what you can keep
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| Sell it high or sell it cheap
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| For you’ll miss it just the same
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| Poor boy poor me
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| I said don’t sell what you can keep
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| Sell it high or sell it cheap
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| For you’ll miss it just the same
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| Poor boy poor me |