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We are in the post-everything
money is cool, money kills.
And I'm walking in the sand
I've just found some because
got the guns in the basement
here me so
than the televison off and
I'm out of the cage
I'm out of the cage.
That's why is happening
it's mean to be
can't freeze away your screams..
They sleep by the side of the road.
People pay to see others
believe in themselves
God is thin as a dime..
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