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It's so nice undressing
Soon we'll let it lay
Her eyes went in
Instead of asking me about
You were out there
From my dreams how I
Couldn't Fall into grip
Skinning with them eyes
You will not see me
Your out lasting me
And I know I'm gone
Now that's over

Feeding mans machine and
Tugging away from mine
Moneys is nothing
It's so empty
Who would I be
Who would I become

And Pull my weight
Pull my weight up
High to see
The rhythm of the sound can bring
Me some rest to breathe humbled
Living it if it's heard of

Feeding mans machine
No more memories
Holding down
Broken ends empty
Money means nothing
The key Is what we believe
Money destroying you and me
It's become what it will be

They came, they saw
They want what first was ours
They came, they saw
Can't take us bring it on
They came, they saw
Can't take what's fucking ours
They came, they saw
Can't take us fucking all
They came, they saw
Can't take us fucking on

They came they saw
They gave it all their all
You think it
Then do it
Let's change it all



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Patrick Trusty
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