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Cracked glasses Shredded tights Broke ***** Sleepless nights. Piled dishes Tired eyes Hollow wishes Finance lies. Poor and sad Kids getting cold But I'm glad No one's told. We move along With mouths closed Sing that song No one knows. Being broke is tough Being alone is worse What will be enough? Who'd lift this curse? Some say it's inherited Some say it's funny That we're not merited For even milk money. So it's down we go Is there road up ahead? We will never really know We just push on instead. Without a house to lose Or a car to sleep We don't have to choose Which treasures we should keep. Money's just paper, right? Coins are just pounds But we count all night Doing the income rounds. Cadillacs in our dreams? Maybe so on occasion But few it seems Are of that persuasion. No money left None at all So time's set For our downfall. Late at night, Not really anything Setting it right Pawning a ring. Bounced checks Running away ******* wrecks Without pay. Baby pouts Getting sunny? Going without Milk money.
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
Milk Money
Cracked glasses Shredded tights Broke ***** Sleepless nights. Piled dishes Tired eyes Hollow wishes Finance lies. Poor and sad Kids getting cold But I'm glad No one's told. We move along With mouths closed Sing that song No one knows. Being broke is tough Being alone is worse What will be enough? Who'd lift this curse? Some say it's inherited Some say it's funny That we're not merited For even milk money. So it's down we go Is there road up ahead? We will never really know We just push on instead. Without a house to lose Or a car to sleep We don't have to choose Which treasures we should keep. Money's just paper, right? Coins are just pounds But we count all night Doing the income rounds. Cadillacs in our dreams? Maybe so on occasion But few it seems Are of that persuasion. No money left None at all So time's set For our downfall. Late at night, Not really anything Setting it right Pawning a ring. Bounced checks Running away ******* wrecks Without pay. Baby pouts Getting sunny? Going without Milk money.
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
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