Heart sick at the sight of the Status SeekerIn a sense I'm not beyond reproach, the aspiration to drop a nameWhen any rose might smell the same, maybe you'll figure it out somedayI want to know you now, you know, I've always believed in you
Nothing is sacred, you draw the bottom line with a dollar signChange of opinion at the drop of a dimeGraceless intrusion, are you sanctified in your judgment of me?All that I deserve is what you were unable to see
In a garden where the seeds were spilledI favored the few that stood strong in the sunAs I reached for the profit of my prizeI found I had trampled the forgotten ones
Nothing is sacred, you draw the bottom line with a dollar signChange of opinion at the drop of a dimeGraceless intrusion, are you sanctified in your judgment of me?All that I deserve is what you were unable to see
You're running in circlesAnd I'm turning awayYou refused to believeNow I'm turning away
Nothing is sacred, you draw the bottom line with a dollar signChange of opinion at the drop of a dimeGraceless intrusion, are you sanctified in your judgment of me?All that I deserve is what you were unable to see
You're running in circlesAnd I'm turning awayYou refused to believeNow I'm turning away
Nothing is sacred, you draw the bottom line with a dollar signChange of opinion at the drop of a dimeGraceless intrusion, are you sanctified in your judgment of me?All that I deserve is what you were unable to see
In a garden where the seeds were spilledI favored the few that stood strong in the sunAs I reached for the profit of my prizeI found I had trampled the forgotten ones
Nothing is sacred, you draw the bottom line with a dollar signChange of opinion at the drop of a dimeGraceless intrusion, are you sanctified in your judgment of me?All that I deserve is what you were unable to see
You're running in circlesAnd I'm turning awayYou refused to believeNow I'm turning away
Nothing is sacred, you draw the bottom line with a dollar signChange of opinion at the drop of a dimeGraceless intrusion, are you sanctified in your judgment of me?All that I deserve is what you were unable to see
You're running in circlesAnd I'm turning awayYou refused to believeNow I'm turning away
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