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One day, I'm going to get out of here, and I will not care about the money.
And one day, when I have no money, I will give no money to my loans and to my pain,
and one day they'll jail me for defaulting.
And one day I will get out, and I will still give no money to those loans and to that pain,
and one day, they will throw back in again.
And one day I will get out, and I will still give no money to them,
and to IT.
And one day, they'll throw me back again,
and one day I'll die in jail.
And I'll smile, and I'll give them no money no longer.
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