The Dear Hunter - Economics lyrics

[The Dear Hunter - Economics lyrics]

Your words they tell like teeth
Through the rotten show
You say the money's on the table
The money's on the table
Well I don't think I'll be able
To fetch the cash this time
No this time I think I'll walk away
Then I just might to be able I might be able
Think I might be able to
Respect myself this time

Because it's part of me it's economics
I do it well enough to get by I
Don't even have to try
It's not my whole life you are
Buying with every copper coin
No my friend I'm not for sale anymore
No this time I think I'll walk away
Then I just might to be able I might be able
Think I might be able to
Respect myself this time



Because it's part of me it's economics
I do it well enough to get by I
Don't even have to try
It's not my whole life you are
Buying with every copper coin
No my friend I'm not for sale anymore

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