If I had a dime for everytime you walked away
I could afford to not give a shit and buy a drink and drown the day
But your pockets, they are empty, yeh, and mine are times two
So why not make an about-face and accept the love I send to you?
Incubus
S.C.I.E.N.C.E. (1997)
Glass
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