Money in my wallet, oh I got alot of it
I can spread the color of green across your tv screen
I can play my fiddle on your table, and hit the wall, hit the wall
Blast my music through your speakers, I think the ego's getting bigger
I can see with my eyes and make you hear with my lips
Each and every moment is short if you let it slip
I can't cross minds with you but paths we glide
We rise on a victory and die under the sky
Our love is tender if it lasts forever
However we take cover and sweep it under
No blood from a lamb, no fur from a sheep
Could ever amount to you, it's only defeat
The Gods are begging for an encore
We tease with trailers, but will never give 'em more
So long my love, till we meet under or above
We have knitted a sheet of our story, it's complete
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