the smile on your face says it all
the furniture's sold but you're still at home
tried to look away but i'm facing the wall
the money you saved made the world a ball
the way that you look says it all
the drugs that you took says it all
you pick up a pound
but would you put it down
to the man on the ground?
in your hands you can say it all
to the man on the ground the world is a ball
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