| I need money
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| To make my art
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| I need art
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| To feel alive
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| If Iʼm alive
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| Iʼm gonna need more money
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| But the thought of money
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| Makes me wanna die die die
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| I think Iʼve run out of luck
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| Should I give up for a shiny buck
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| Iʼll write a catchy jingle with my band
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| And swap it out for the jingle of gold in my hand
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| I get a little less brave with every dollar I save
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| Or I laugh my way to an early grave
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| Iʼm running on an empty tank
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| Or Iʼm crying all the way to the bank
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| I chose art
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| So I make no money
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| And no money
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| Makes me feel real depressed
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| Iʼm so deprssed
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| That I canʼt make my art
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| With out art Iʼm gonna die did di
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| I think Iʼve run out of luck
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| Should I give up for a shiny buck
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| Iʼll write a catchy jingle with my band
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| And swap it out for the jingle of gold in my hand
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| I get a little less brave with every dollar I save
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| Or I laugh my way to an early grave
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| Iʼm running on an empty tank
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| Or Iʼm crying all the way to the bank
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| So Iʼll sing and Iʼll cry and Iʼll make my art
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| Coz whatʼs the point of having money if you donʼt have a heart
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| Give the buck in my pocket away on a whim
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| Coz Iʼd rather die trying than live like a king
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| Yeah theyʼre laughing at me at the bank
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| Stuff their pockets with treasure
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| While I walk the plank
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| And running on an empty tank |