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Feeling hopeless Feeling down Looking at the paper Here in my hand They say it’s a bonus They say it’s really good But what I read Sounds like a bill I need lots of money More than I have ever had And give it to them I don’t understand They’ll give more papers They say I can sell them Are worth even more But I don’t got the money They want for all that Don’t got the money And I never will It just worthless paper They gave to me I can’t sell these papers Got no money for them This isn’t a bonus It is more of a bill

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