Pocket Watcher
Why is it that you envy
In a world where there's so many
Why worry about me?
Why wont you just let me be
The moneys already made
So dont worry about my hand, I have no spade
Don't worry about what I paid
Make sure yours doesn't fade
Pocket Watcher
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