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Heart sick at the sight of the status seeker
In a sense I'm not beyond reproach
The aspiration to drop a name
When any rose might smell the same
Maybe you'll figure it out someday
I want to know you now
You know I've always believed in you
Nothing is sacred
You draw the bottom line with a dollar sign
Change of opinion
At the drop of a dime
Graceless intrusion
Are you sanctified in your judgment of me?
All that I deserve is what you were unable to see
In a garden where the seeds were spilled
I favored the few that stood strong in the sun
As I reached for the profit of my prize
I found I had trampled the forgotten ones
Nothing is sacred
You draw the bottom line with a dollar sign
Change of opinion
At the drop of a dime
Graceless intrusion
Are you sanctified in your judgment of me?
All that I deserve is what you were unable to see
You're running in circles
And I'm turning away
You refused to believe
Now I'm turning away
Nothing is sacred
You draw the bottom line with a dollar sign
Change of opinion
At the drop of a dime
Graceless intrusion
Are you sanctified in your judgment of me?
All that I deserve is what you were unable to see
You're running in circles
And I'm turning away
You refused to believe
Now I'm turning away
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