Money Make The Man
Small Towns Burn A Little Slow
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Play on words like a jungle gym
Juggle until there's nothing left of them
Shriveled and shrinking, foolishly believing
That we would be the first grapes to become a fine wine

How do we keep fresh and still measure out success?
Will our best be good enough to keep doing what we love?

Until the state of stagnation takes the taste of inspiration
The place in which all creation subsides
Now it's up to us to decide

Should the friends make the music, or the music make the friends?
Does the man make the money or the money make the man?
If we can't get along should we bother writing songs?
If we can't make a dime is it even worth our time?

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Record Label(s): 2008 Small Towns Burn a Little Slower
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