Medusa's Disco - FillingInTheBlanks

And everyone; they will rip you off
Look in your hands, there is only dimes
Every time, dollar or pound
You will bring me down to where I belong

Work hard, to pay rent
To sell out, all sense

And these encounters are so obscure
Were once so pure; and now there's her
And every time, dollar or pound
You will bring me down to where I belong

Work hard, Pay rent
Sell out, all sense
Realize, Repent
True love, absent

And everyone, they will rip you off
Look in your hands, there is only dimes
Every time, dollar or pound
You will bring me down to where I belong

Written by:
Wynton Huddle

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