Some'd be pleased to hear that I'm gonna die Could you set him free? Look at him! He's bound Smells like fear of own soul. You will never be rich You should wear your crown and live from bed to fridge Someone dies of hunger, and you still complain Someone is going a thousand miles, while you're sitting in a plane Do you believe in judge? Justice is gonna come Fracture, bruise and scratch. What have you become? Smells like fear of own soul. you will never be rich Where did you lose your crown? So you jump off the bridge Someone dies of hunger, and you still complain Someone is going a thousand miles, while you're sitting in a plane It would be tragic if you lost your dream To become a god of the world You hurt yourself and scream you will be never absolved http://song5.ru
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