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The Dear Hunter – Economics lyrics
Your words they tell like teeth through the rotten show
You say the moneys on the table
The moneys on the table
Well I don't think I'll be able to fetch the cash this time
No this time I think I'll walk away
Then I just might to be able I might be able
Think I might be able to respect myself this time
Because it's part of me it's economics
I do it well enough to get by I don't even have to try
It's not my whole life you are buying with every copper coin
No my friend I'm not for sale anymore
No this time I think I'll walk away
Then I just might to be able I might be able
Think I might be able to respect myself this time
Because it's part of me it's economics
I do it well enough to get by I don't even have to try
It's not my whole life you are buying with every copper coin
No my friend I'm not for sale anymore
You say the moneys on the table
The moneys on the table
Well I don't think I'll be able to fetch the cash this time
No this time I think I'll walk away
Then I just might to be able I might be able
Think I might be able to respect myself this time
Because it's part of me it's economics
I do it well enough to get by I don't even have to try
It's not my whole life you are buying with every copper coin
No my friend I'm not for sale anymore
No this time I think I'll walk away
Then I just might to be able I might be able
Think I might be able to respect myself this time
Because it's part of me it's economics
I do it well enough to get by I don't even have to try
It's not my whole life you are buying with every copper coin
No my friend I'm not for sale anymore
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