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Work all day, try so hard
How can this be enough?
Praise and prayers no tears gone by
How can this justify?

Oh you, you blind

You, sons of gold
Sons of lies
Lost, fool design
To get the world
And make it all your own

Sweaty heads, discipline
Should this reassure you?
Every day a part of life
Gets lost inside your souls

That's all your pride

You sons of gold, sons of lies
Waste all your time
Unless you find a way
Not to burn in hell

And I will find what will bring me away
'Cause this is not my world
No, we don't have only this and I know
There must be something more



Credits
Writer(s): Fabio Stroppa
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