spend your money to get help
spend your money to get help
because the bank won't leave you alone
call me dead meat
i'll just get goin
remind me, if you will
the day it all fell apart
and the hours you spent telling me
every way you felt
i'll just get goin
keep your things
it comes down to this
i can't afford you and
i'm sick of
arguments
chastizements
and accusations
dead meat's worth losin
keep your things
the difference is this
and this alone:
the men you trust,
i don't
well there's no reconciling
this
i'm dropping the rope
i've tugged long enough
don't fall down
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