Let's Stop Pretending Like I Wasn't Born With Plenty

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With Stones in His Pockets

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Meet me in the alley
My suit's clean but I am dirty
When I look at myself I close my eyes to shut you out
I'm a joke and you're a work of art
A vision, a flashback, a meeting
But I never fit in
Let's stop pretending like I wasn't born with plenty
When I dream of you I see a door with your name on
I am your new client and I'm very hard to please
I just wanna make some sense out of everything
I'm giddy, I'm silly
I'm sober, back to the poison pool
Yeah you are filthy rich, but how is your family
Show me how it makes you feel
At the time it felt so real
Watch the world go up in flames
Walk away and take my name
Abundance
A severance
I wanna burn this whole place to ashes
A look of recognition
An unwelcome proposition
You look so familiar
There's a stain on my soul
Everything I say is innuendo
So funny
So fearless
So lonely
I have a busy afternoon
It was fun while it lasted but was just a flight of fancy
Is that all there is
Well maybe it was never meant to be
So let's stop pretending like I wasn't born with plenty

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