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I beg of poverty
And laugh at the fools
I steal from the thieves
Without any tools.

 

I dangle my heart
On a leathery string
And pull it away
If it feels anything.

 

Comfort and confidence
Easing my pain
With nothing to lose
And nothing to gain.

 

I'd be lonely forever
If you asked me to stay
But I'm lonely alone
'Cause I have it my way.

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