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Crushed Song
Oh poor man, poor man
a penny for your thoughts
Oh poor man, strong man
tell me what those dollars bought-
a night off the rocks with enough medicine and food
to remember a happy memory and reverse the curse of the world
Oh wrong man, wrong man
just stop this once
Oh wrong man, cold man
take a holiday off.
The streets are yours,
the seasons are yours,
You can have them all
but you can't own this song,
glorious two minutes long
a penny for your thoughts
Oh poor man, strong man
tell me what those dollars bought-
a night off the rocks with enough medicine and food
to remember a happy memory and reverse the curse of the world
Oh wrong man, wrong man
just stop this once
Oh wrong man, cold man
take a holiday off.
The streets are yours,
the seasons are yours,
You can have them all
but you can't own this song,
glorious two minutes long
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Crushed Song
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