I need money everywhere I go
I scorn begging but I can sell my soul
In addition to my body but
There something outside of me
And it may force me to change
My decisions in a few last minutes before
I always called it intuition
I said it was my good luck
Really I don’t care and I never was
So much cared about this wounds on my body
I take pleasure when I cry to myself
I take pleasure when I lost myself
I take pleasure when I fall
There is no secret inside my
Looks like I need just to have a discipline
I need money everywhere I go
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