I never promised you nothing,
never said I`d be your perfect shackled slave.
If success to you is measured in dollars and cents then I decline.
That`s nothing. That`s not my dream.
It comes between everything.
Someday we`ll divide because for so much effort some people starve.
They`ve got everybody working for something they could care less about.
That`s nothing. That`s not my dream.
It comes between everything.
Someday we`ll divide. Would somebody here fill my soul with purpose?
There`s something here, my friend.
Don`t step on me on your quest for millions.
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