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i came in this world without moneyi came in this world with the blood on my sleevesi want to know what’s worth fighting, the emptiness in what we receive.all the time we that spend pinning momentsposting rhymes we create, barely moving from the screenwith a blind glaze, starring in the dark.lowsing to be groundedsing to be freefree from detractionslies chased, wondering where we went wrongconstant two second fears, starving silenceshallow minds, quick to rate, lets consume our miserywere stalled in a state of reactionmy swollen eyes start to believetell the song bird, her mirth has been notedtell the haunts, they aren’t needed any morethe suns turned, we're singing with the larksing to be groundedsing to be freefree from detractionslies chased, wondering where we went wrongsing to the mountainsi won't sing to be seeni'll fight it foreverthe lies chased, wondering where we belongsing to be groundedsing to be freefree from reactionstowards lies chased, discovering where we belong From Letras Mania