I found a penny on the ground today.
And you better believe I picked it up.
And I held that little delicate coin in my hands so tight.
That the color started to fade away.
I was holding on so tight hoping that this penny would be the answer to my questions.
I was holding on so tight trying to make my dreams come true.
I was holding on so tight that Honest Abe himself shouted:
“Hey kid, **** off!”
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
I found a penny on the ground today.
And you better believe I picked it up.
And I held that little delicate coin in my hands so tight.
That the color started to fade away.
I was holding on so tight hoping that this penny would be the answer to my questions.
I was holding on so tight trying to make my dreams come true.
I was holding on so tight that Honest Abe himself shouted:
“Hey kid, **** off!”
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