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We're living in the golden age of pain The golden age of pain There's a wind blowing through my door And it's never been this cold before It's the golden age of pain I tell you that the golden age is here Everybody's drowning on the tidal wave of tears And on the little ball in space Can't nobody win a human race When the golden age is here We got to have love, we got to have peace We got to have trust out on the street, baby Until the broken hearts all mend How we ever gonna find the end Of the golden age of pain We're living in the golden age of pain Rich man, poor man, beggar man it's all the same Because the body don't take the blow It's the soul of a man that gets laid low In the golden age of pain From Letras Mania