May you not acquire all your objects of desire
Be a dirty little tragedy to satiate the journey
Coming from a land where birds sing a pretty song
Ya learn the worth of a dollar and how to catch a cannonball
There was blood on the will
When the imposter came around
You said, "That's the kind of trouble I been looking for..."
The coin of the realm can be earned or found
And with a grand variety of suffering
I think I'll love you for your virtues
You're leading a life you wanna live
Now live it again, live it again
Would you wanna live it again?
Again and again and again...
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