Penniless and Cold
I didn't want to ask you and I'm feeling very strange, I've been searching all my pockets, looking for some change.
My wallet is empty and everything went wrong, now all I have is my guitar and this little song.
Now I'm feeling kind of rough, tomorrow's looking tough, I've reached the bottom of the bottle, I think enough is enough.
In a world full of riches, a palace made of gold
I sit alone with my wishes, penniless and cold.
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