No Exchange


I never promised you nothing,
never said I'd be your perfect shackled slave
If success to you is measured in dollars and cents then I decline
That's nothing That's not my dream
It comes between everything
Someday we'll divide because for so much effort some people starve
They've got everybody working for something they could care less about
That's nothing That's not my dream
It comes between everything
Someday we'll divide Would somebody here fill my soul with purpose?
There's something here, my friend
Don't step on me on your quest for millions







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