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I lived a little beyond my means
I heard a riddle I answered in my dreams
But I don't know what's left to do now
Phone keeps on stinging
Collectors on the call
My bells aren't ringing I tell them tales tall
My attention was never paid in full
It's the last drop down the drain
Hands on the wheel
Of the vehicle that caused my distress
Confounded interest
A kiss said I should steal this opportunity
To ingest these liquid assets
So here's to the last drop down the drain
Since the beginning we were living check to cheek
Now every moment's spent to get us through the week
Our stocks are stones and our only bonds are that which keep together
These days don't pay and if you can't make change than this is your forever
I lived a little beyond my means
There's grace for saving but never time it seems
So let's go on running empty
It's the last drop down the drain
Beyond my means
HATA BİLDİR
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