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some people are so poor, all they have is money
get yourself free
some people touch it, but they can't hold on
breathe and ask questions
what am i here to do?
The unchoreographed movements of close friends in a small room
I have the mistaken belief that we are all good people
we ain't got no money, honey, but we got rain
May we live until the stars fall.
Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses
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