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Thirsty
Manuel Arias
What would my life be like,
If I had my own building in Dubai?
If I was the king of a fifty story building?
I cannot imagine how luxurious it would be,
To live in my own building.
Instead of this beach house. What would my life be like,
If I had a shelter for my family and me?
If I could get my sick kid a proper bathroom?
I cannot imagine how magnificent it would be,
To rest on a warm, carpeted floor.
Instead of this freezing, bumpy road.
What would my life be like,
If I had my own mansion in Palm Springs?
If I had a huge house for my kid to play in?
I cannot imagine how opulent it would be,
To live in my own mansion.
Instead of this penthouse in NYC. What would my life be like,
If I had found the love of my life?
If I had a kid that looked up to me?
I cannot imagine how extravagant it would be,
To have a caring family that loved me.
Instead of just this booze.
What would my life be like,
If I had an apartment in the city that never sleeps?
If I could get my wife and children a beautiful view to wake up to?
I cannot imagine how sumptuous it would be,
To live inside a se cure building.
Instead of my brown house in the ‘hood. What would my life be like,
If I had the money to buy a beer?
If I had enough to eat well?
I cannot imagine how fancy it would be,
To have clean water to drink.
Instead of what I sip from the fountain in the street.
What would my life be like,
If I had my own brick house on the block?
If I could get my kids a safe place to rest?
I cannot imagine how splendid it would be,
To sleep in a house every night.
Instead of this decrepit camper van,
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