| You’ve got Hiroshima, going cough inside
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| You cheat and lie, just to survive
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| Shake the money tree, heed the warning signs
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| Where lovers lie, not parricides
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| What would you give to be the master of your life?
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| This struggle is such a waste of time, yours and mine
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| I give you these eyes that I see through
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| My blood, my money too
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| I’m not afraid to run to you 'cause I get lonely too
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| No one knows you, like I do
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| You’ve got Hiroshima, inside, where lovers lie
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| What would you give to be the master of your life?
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| 'Cause struggle is such a waste of time, yours and mine
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| I give you these eyes that I see through
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| My blood, my money too
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| I’m not afraid to run to you 'cause I feel lonely too
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| No one knows you, like I do
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| What would you give to be the master of your life?
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| The struggle is such a waste of time, yours and mine
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| I give you these eyes that I see through
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| My blood, my money too
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| I’m not afraid to run to you 'cause I get lonely
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| I give you these eyes that I see through
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| My blood, my money too
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| I’m not afraid to run to you 'cause I get lonely too
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| I give you these eyes that I see through
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| My blood, my money too
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| I’m not afraid to run to you 'cause I get lonely |