The Less we have The more we long For things we're thrown away I wish I had a nickle for My well made mistakes Meanwhile the little one falls And the little one calls Yeah the little one lies in need Meanwhile the bigger ones pull And the bigger ones push The bigger ones feed on greed
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Some would say You're better off alone Without a heart Some can play that silly game Called 'ego' from start Meanwhile the little one falls And the little one calls But the bigger ones throw them aside Meanwhile the little ones bleed And the little ones see There's no one on their side
The less we have The more we long For things we've thrown away I wish I had a nickel for My well made mistakes I wish I had a nickel for My well made mistakes