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I remember
the voice of the collector
To sell yourself
you're a flake by heart

With palms outstretched
oh, not for handshakes
but for the check that comes next

That's what your friends are for
I'll remember that this isn't over
I remember   the voice of the collector   To sell yourself   you're a flake by heart      With palms outstretched   oh, not for handshakes   but for the check that comes next      That's what your friends are for   I'll remember that this isn't over