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Prioritize the purchases Fist clench the receipts that Keep you accountable That make your life make sense, to make cents I have this so I am this I tried to warn you but it always turns out the same You'll hide your heart In department store, revolving doors I hope it turns around on you Into a second chance, a second chance And as the floor boards break apart I tried to warn you but it always turns out the same These things won't mean anything To break you down And as the last light goes out I tried to warn you but it always turns out the same These things won't mean anything I have this so I am this As the life span is replaced by duplicated dreams It seems the only outcome is ownership Until you finally belong to your belongings And you realize, this is it, and sit, and watch yourself disappear Replace these things, know in your heart that These things don't mean anything From Letras Mania