Anybody tell you
That there is no
resale value
When your romance
goes to hell
Better say farewell
to what you
thought was wealth
Ever get the feeling
That the paint has
Started peeling
Are you staring
At the ceiling of
Your castel
Dreaming that you're
Someone else
Golden teeth
And silver medals
Beauty marks and scars
That is what we got
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