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these streets are paved with golddon't believe everything that you're tolddeception hides in all you seecorruption hangs in the air that you breatheand in the land of the freeyou know that nothing comes for freefourth drive in paradisevapid souls check the market pricelifetime slaveliving in a suburban graveif there was a godwas a godyou would be the death of himthese colours don't runlike colour from the faceeyes roll back chemical despairit's true what they saylife isn't fairLetras de cancionesso repeat this lineeverything, everything is fineso repeat this lineeverything, everything is finethese colours don't runlike colour from the faceeyes roll back chemical despairit's true what they saylife isn't fairand in the land of the freeyou know that nothing comes for freei'm struggling to find any poetry in thissomeone beat me to the line, ignorance is blissso i guess i'll just say it as it isyou had it allyou fucking pigsthese streets are paved with golddon't believe everything that you're tolddeception hides in all you seecorruption hangs in the airthatyoubreathe From Letras Mania