♪ The shots,
the lies, the fears, the ways ♪
♪ To your gutter trust of the head that heals,
oh not ♪
♪ There's nothing ♪
♪ Mansions in the ovens when houses are
bleeding ♪
♪ Through revenue
seeds in the soil ♪
♪ The time to finish it all will collide in clouds of style ♪
♪
Spies that watch you from the side smiles,
coat the grins ♪
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