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Feb 2020
Invent the money
Blood for the down

I need some air
That’s gonna cost you a pretty fare

Water I can’t live without
Costs you to drink from the spout

Do you want my life I say?
No- not really
it’s not worth much
these days
I can’t believe the things we have to pay for
Written by
Mrs Timetable  F/The Exclusion Zone
(F/The Exclusion Zone)   
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