With empty pockets full of laughter I set my eyes on bars of gold Went to the market of hereafter Where truths are bought and lies are sold It would hurt to hear that I was after Half a million dollars every year If I ever traded truth for laughter I'd forgotten why I was put here I gave up looking for some meaning Within the vault of old cliches And pocket change could buy no healing For all the broken hearts I'd trade It would hurt to hear that I was after Half a million dollars every year So if I ever traded truth for laughter I'd forgotten why You put me here Sitting in a hotel room in London There's a million reasons I should care I'm waiting for the night life to begin So I won't remember why I was put here It would hurt to hear that I was after Half a million dollars every year Choosing to replace the truth for laughter I'd forgotten why You brought me here
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