Lyrics

Half past 5 and the sun starts to creep Peak out the curtains and fall back to sleep Plan to attack the night, gotta get my rest All days are lost, this is a care to test I see your pictures they post Wandering thoughts, I fear I'm missing out All this free time's not free, honey So I must ask, where'd you get your money? Where'd you get your money? Where'd you get your money? Where'd you get your money? I tapped her on the shoulder, I told her I'm asleep She said, "You're ridiculous, have another drink." Her friends she's with, they're just friends You ask her to dance, full glasses in their hands I said, "I work in the morning." They all giggle, "Oh we're Artists, we don't sleep." It's all a façade Typewriter sellout, where'd you get your money? Where'd you get your money? Where'd you get your money? Where'd you get your money? Guitar My turn She sunk into the sand, I told her not to wear High heels on the beach, but she don't really care I knew this would be the last time I would see Her hand holding mine, and we'll never be All out of money Where'd you get your money? Measure your self-worth Where'd you get your money? Do you know? Where'd you get your money? How do you feel about Where'd you get your money? Where'd you get your money? Where'd you get your money? Where'd you get your money?
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