Counting your money until your soul turns green
Counting the cost of your desire to be seen
I do not count myself among you
I may have been living in a dream
It's just there seem so many of you
Can't help but hope there's a difference between
And if I live to be a hundred and one
I will never understand what you are, honey?
I'm looking for sympathy
Just get me on NBC
And where's the hell's my dumb ass PR?
I said maybe your mama gave you up boy
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