BRIGHTEN LYRICS

"Single Millionaires"

There's a man on the corner with his hands
Holding tightly to his hat, so it won't blow away.
With a girl, with her hands in her pockets
Holding tightly to her money, so she won't blow it today.

It's all the same, everyday.

When he gets home from work,
There's his children
Already in bed without seeing his face today.
And the girl with empty pockets spent her money,
She might as well just throw her wallet in the fireplace.

And she is the L and he is the O for us,
Liars Out there.
And she is the V and he is the E for the Violence in Everyone.
And we might spell you, but we're nothing like you.

When his kids grow up old and have children of their own,
They swear they'll never wear
The same size hat their father wears.
And the girl, now a woman, says she's happy
And thanks God for jewelry and single millionaires.

And she is H and he is the O for us,
Humble Orphans.
And she is the P and he is the E for Potential in Everyone.
And we might spell you, but we're nothing like you.

Thanks to arttmislove for correcting these lyrics

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