3 May 2009
If you get a feeling next time you see me Do me a favor and let me know 'Cause it's hard to tell It's hard to say Oh well, okay
You got a pretty vision in your head A pencil full of poison lead And a sickened smile illegal in every town So here I lay dreaming, looking at the brilliant sun Raining its guiding light upon everyon
So I act like I am rich, try and make it my whole look Cause poor people don’t exist when times are good
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