Ploho - Тратить деньги | Текст песни

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We are alone on this stage in a vast cosmic arena
Think of all of the rivers of blood
Spilled by the generals and emperors
So that in glory and triumph
They could become momentary masters of a dot

Think of the endless men fighting
And dying for a God they're not sure exists
War and famine at what price?
We tell ourselves what we're doing is right
But we're so fucking wrong

How frequent our misunderstandings
How eager we are to kill (x2)

Look back at the pale blue dot
And try to convince yourself
God created the universe
For a mot of dust suspended in a sunbeam


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