Who am I to disagree?
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Love has rusted away
And made lusted chains of sorrow
My generation lives for today we don't think about tomorrow
We set out to the streets
Because a prostitue's fee is only a loaf of bread
We are broken
we are used
But isn't that what we want
Or are we searching for something more
Something to fill the void in our hearts
We sought the world
But their love we cannot trust
With every month it's give or give up
An artist once said "Sweet dreams are made of these"
I guess she was right because who am I to disagree
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