With empty pockets full of laughter
I set my eyes on bars of gold
Went to the market of hereafter
Where truths are bought and lies are sold
It would hurt to hear that I was after
Half a million dollars every year
If I ever traded truth for laughter
I d forgotten why I was put here
I gave up looking for some meaning
Within the vault of old cliches
And pocket change could buy no healing
For all the broken hearts I d trade
It would hurt to hear that I was after
Half a million dollars every year
So if I ever traded truth for laughter
I d forgotten why You put me here
Sitting in a hotel room in London
There s a million reasons I should care
I m waiting for the night life to begin
So I won t remember why I was put here
It would hurt to hear that I was after
Half a million dollars every year
Choosing to replace the truth for laughter
I d forgotten why You brought me here
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