About the hurt that I feel,
About the number I insulted you with,
Because I don't know how to deal.
If it was love you wanted to be paid in, then I,
Would go broke trying to give you what I think you're worth.
But when you're talking money, what can I say?
I have to think of myself first.
I want to live in a country that is free,
So I can just stock up my bi-weekly paychecks,
And live like a big shot in a foreign one,
Because freedom only rocks when others don't have it.
But it's alright,
I'll get you all I can, you know that.
Because ultimately I care more about our friendship.
Again, as long as it doesn't cut into my stash.
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