| I got a message from the screen subliminal
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| Like a sign saying no one cares no more
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| And all the networks and the tv stations
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| Feed me lies and simple explanations
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| On the state of this nation love
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| But they can’t fool me
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| You still need my hands to feel
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| 'Cause your lips taste just like money
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| You start a fire and it smells like chemicals
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| You still need my heart to bleed
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| And does the networks and the tv stations
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| As you get higher you will hit the all time low
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| And the lies, the sex, the fake relations
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| Tell you something about the state
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| Of the nation love
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| You still need my hands to feel
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| 'Cause your lips taste just like money
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| You still need my heart to bleed
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| On the sky train cross this city
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| Just like money…
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| Concrete high rise I need no pity
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| Take your skin off it might fit me now
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| Jesus died and God’s gone missing
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| Love is dead and you’re so pretty baby
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| You still need my heart to bleed
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| You still need my hands to feel
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| 'Cause your lips taste just like money
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| 'Cause your lips taste just like money
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| You still need my eyes to see
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| You still need my lungs to breathe
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| Just like money…
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| Just like money…
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| Just like money…
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| Just like money |