Money Isn't Real

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When I was young they told me money isn't real

If so can I say no to this foreclosure deal?

Will the hospital do free surgery on my heel?

Is there anybody out there that feels like I feel?

Always got to worry about how to get fed

Owe money to everyone, I wish I was dead.

Where will I end up at the end of the month?

Working 12 hour shifts flipping patties and buns?

But take a second to think, step away from the brink

There's  more to this life than that paper that stinks

There's beaches and mountains and trails with no end

Countless hours of laughs you can share with your friend

School might be expensive and it's stress that you feel

But you must always remember that money's not real

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