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Sweet Betray


Let's go rob that store, The economy won't change, just one more closer to being poor. Did you say their children need money for their great education? Looks like their parents will just have to work at a gas station! Looking into the store manager's face I see unsettled intensity, And I say "Talk about great density!" As I walk out I check the bag of money and suddenly feel a great sensation, Making me shout "I like this working vacation!" As I hold my earned $1,000 in my hands, I think "With this money I can buy a couple of pecans!" People used to say I didn't get anywhere in life because of "Laziness" I wonder what I'll be labeled now. Maybe Craziness. Now with this wealth, problems won't be so big concerning my health, Thanks to my stealth. We fled the crime scene and didn't get caught, it was a good day. Turns out my partner is a cop, such lovely betray.
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