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Iâve been spoiled by the mountains and the woods and the fogged over hills.
The romance of the cold and the Hudson Wool blanket wrapped around me.
But here I make list after list and then run off to find some money.
âCause money, money only hates and it leaves me. Moneyâs not my friend.
Money, money only hates. Itâs my X keeping me reeled in.
The cityâs like a friend from childhood almost like... like distant kin.
In one breadth enraging and supporting all Iâd ever want to do.
But the mountains are peace and the crickets are calm,
But Iâd need an active job... keep my limbs tied on.
âCause money, money only hates and it leaves me. Moneyâs not my friend.
Money, money only hates. Itâs my X keeping me reeled in.