Everything
Always
Seems to come
Back to
Bucks
    
How many
You got
How many
You don't
Got
    
Been so many
Decisions
That have been
Decided by my
Wallet
      
Doesn't seem
Quite right
Should be
Another
Way
    
Always having to
Walk away
Shaking my head
Wishing I had
Enough
     
Never seems to be
Enough
Always coming up a
Buck
Short
    
Gets so
Tiresome
Doing without
So
Much
     
Unable to
Afford
Even the simpler
Pleasures of
Life
    
I hope
It
Comes my
Way
Someday
    
Money to
Do
What I
Want to
Do
    
Will luck be
With me
Fill my
Pockets to the
Brim
    
Stop
Getting by
With only
The
Basics
     
Start enjoying
Life
For all
It is
Worth
      
Be so
Sweet
Hope it starts
Rolling in
Soon

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