| Counting quarters in the ash tray
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| Low riding in the fast lane
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| Dinner’s spinning in the microwave
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| Turning bills into paper planes
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| The only thing we got figured out
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| Is we don’t got it figured out
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| Just sleeping on a shitty couch, hanging out, making out
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| We got more dreams than dollars
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| Got more gut than gold
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| We got more sweat than tears
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| More time than years, more soul than a stereo
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| We got more dirt than diamonds
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| But damn if we don’t shine
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| We got more dreams than dollars
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| And more tomorrows we can spend for the rest of our lives
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| Got my threads at the goodwill
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| 98 needs a refill
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| Reality is a though pill to swallow without a whiskey chaser
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| The only thing we got figured out
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| Is we don’t got it figured out
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| But we get by with a little love and a good buzz because
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| We got more dreams than dollars
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| Got more gut than gold
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| We got more sweat than tears
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| More time than years, more soul than a stereo
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| We got more dirt than diamonds
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| But damn if we don’t shine
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| We got more dreams than dollars
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| And more tomorrows we can spend for the rest of our lives
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| We’re posers and poets
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| We’re broke and we know it
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| And nothing is free
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| We look like we’re sinking, but really we’re stinking rich as long as we
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| Got more dreams than dollars
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| Got more gut than gold
|
| We got more sweat than tears
|
| More time than years, more soul than a stereo
|
| We got more dirt than diamonds
|
| But damn if we don’t shine
|
| We got more dreams than dollars
|
| And more tomorrows we can spend for the rest of our lives
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| We’re posers and poets
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| We’re broke and we know it
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| We look like we’re sinking, but really we’re stinking rich
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| We’re posers and poets
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| We’re broke and we know it
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| We look like we’re sinking, but really we’re stinking rich |