Get Love

So tell me what you stand for
Looks like nothing, like nothing
Now you’re dirt poor
Well maybe that’s a metaphor
I got something, got something that you aim for
Reach your hands out while they’re empty
Let me give you life
Luxuries that don’t mean anything
They don’t mean anything
Just, oh just hold on to me
They’re sick, not rich
Get love for free
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
They’re sick, not rich
Get love for free
So go and waste your days away
Trying to make a million out of something that’s material
But all of that could fade away
Someone ought to tell you bought the ‘nothing lasts forever' rule
Reach your hands out I’ve got plenty
There’s more to this life
All these things that don’t mean anything
Won’t amount to anything
Just, oh just hold on to me
They’re sick, not rich
Get love for free
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
They’re sick, not rich
Get love for free
There’s more to this life
Open up your eyes
And reach your hands
You can only feel this feeling deep within
So just, so just hold on to me
So just, so just hold on to me
Just, oh just hold on to me
They’re sick, not rich
Get love for free
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
They’re sick, not rich
Get love for free