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Thereâs a play Iâve been meaning to see
Itâs about you and me and a growing receipt
Itâs about medication. Itâs about our bad habits
And the tickets are free. Yes the tickets are free
And the stained glass cathedral that frames our display
Wonât be open for public view
As your father screams that money never hurts
When itâs all thatâs caused you pain
Change the plot. Rewrite all of our scenes.
And donât feel like youâre lost in act I or act III
Weâre not speaking in Spanish. We are creating anguish.
And the tickets were free. Yes the tickets were free.
And weâll red stain the curtains that framed our display
Now theyâre open for public view
As your father screams that money never hurts
When itâs all thatâs caused you pain
When itâs all thatâs caused you pain!