"Who said money don't bring happiness must have been an old rich senile man"
Counterfeit Lullaby
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The downside of illegal dreams
Is that if cought you do the time
Not in the prison of the world
But in the jail inside your mind
And if you look to ease your soul
These aren't the lines you shoud've read
Because a warm and healthy sleep
Is not for those who steal a dream
Is that if cought you do the time
Not in the prison of the world
But in the jail inside your mind
And if you look to ease your soul
These aren't the lines you shoud've read
Because a warm and healthy sleep
Is not for those who steal a dream
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