The rich kid
The rich kid
the rich kid cries too
'cause no matter how much gold you mine
you'll never be able to buy peace of mind
no matter how bright the diamond shines
if your smile is dull, happy stays behind
the rich kid can be acquinted with depression too
have the same sympathy for them you'd like others to have for you
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