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Two Cents Worth I saw the world was crashing down and thought it was a crime that all the poor were left to drown; two cents worth for a dime. Life it seems is one big deal some can't make the climb, some will lose and never heal; two cents worth for a dime. Money is the Devil's trigger, he plays you with his mime, games he plays you'll never figure; two cents worth for a dime. I watched the waves caress the sand and marked this peaceful time, all the rest slipped through my hand; two cents worth for a dime. ![]()
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