Hairy Riot - The Gold | Текст песни

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Abstract things they wanna have
But they won't even touch them
Are you feeling, feeling the same?
Do you wanna hide, hide from the pain?

Everything is made of gold
Even our own small world...

They wanna have the most terible thing
Gold, gold, gold in their arms and faces
Gold in their eyes, souls and hearts
Forget your armor You'll do nothing
Death gradually comes, no one will save us

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