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A guy like the rest.
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I like the rest.
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High like the rest.
Sweekay!)
Sweeping up dusty buckets
Of burned up grimoires
Take them to the lake
And let them take on form as little fishes
(Oh yeah!)
Who write their wishes…
(I said, ‘yeah’!’)
On bay leaves and know
All it takes is hope
Hope and lots of gold
Hope and lots of gold
On bay leaves and know
All it takes is hope
Hope and lots of gold
(Yeah!)
Hope and lots of gold
(Yeah)
What’s so bad ’bout working nine to five
And losing half my mind
(…hope and lots of gold)
People like me for my fake-ass smile
I’m fun when I’m enslaved in bills
And paying by the neuron
(On bay leaves and
All it takes is hope
On bay leaves
On bay leaves and
Hope and lots of gold)
Lyrics submitted by tylermacmore
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