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This government’s economy has the vanity of my insanity
Givin’ rich kids free rides while they can't even cover my book fee
Financial Aid said I'm too rich to be poor
Trapped in a dungeon by my masked lover. He refuses to give me any clues as to who he might be. The only detail I can give is his eyes. His eyes, amber with streaks of gold and green. These are the eyes I long for in my darkest of nights.
