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I know this group of folksWith a bad attitudeThey whine about moneyAnd the hearts they've consumedThey deliver with their mouthsTheir views become the truthWith my hands to the skyAnd my head to the floorWe lie to each otherAs we praise the LordAnd we lie to ourselvesThinking our hearts are so pureSo pure, yeah, whoaAnd I know this group if kidsWho were so scared to dieThey raced to be perfectErasing blades in their eyesAnd to feel their hearts connectedWe're on the other lineThe other line, yeahWith my hands on the floorAnd my head in the skyYou're praying to GodLetras de cancionesBut you can't find out whyYour heart feels so abandonedAnd empty insideInside, yeah, whoaOur hearts will not be abandoned From Letras Mania