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pardon me if i'm not so discreetall these freaks on the street we all got the diseasegunshot - why not? when your backs on the wallgive it everything you gotdon't mind me i just find historyto be full of deceit that's disguised as beliefthat's ok it's the price that we payto enjoy the abundant consumption and framea god given dream - we pour fire on gasolineare we so comatose? are we living with ghosts?and do we really know? give me a little bitare we better than this? we don't know when to quitman is that all there is? give me a little bicome with me cause i'd like you to seeall the dust and debris of whatonce passed for dreamscheap shot - so what?when you suck up abuse, manyou never get enoughcan't you see that it's all fantasyand the lies we believe are starting to breedthat's ok - it's just life day to day as we drown out the sorrow of our own decaya god given dream - we put fire in gasoline From Letras Mania