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Some people got more kicks than halfpenceCrying for attention, like cracks in the pavementAll of this pointed, like perfect TVWhen you're sowing the wind, you reap the whirlwindYour flexible nature, serving no purposeLike a terrible artist, your using no shadowThe king of this castle, is pulling new shadesGilding the lilies, and all of them fakesWho gets the mansions? We get the ruinsSame old storyWho gets the mansions? We get the ruinsSame old story, same old storyTypical tragic, small house and small streetNarrow the outlook, small minded completeThe emperor's new clothes, get clearer and clearerDictate to the fingers, that tighten the triggerWho gets the mansions? We get the ruinsSame old storyWho gets the mansions? We get the ruinsSame old story, same old story, same old storyAnd the king of this castle is pulling new shapesLetras de cancionesLife is a poison, it begins at homePride is a trinket, security blanketTangle the spiders on the webs that we weaveWho gets the mansions?Same old storyWe get the ruinsWho gets the mansions? We get the ruinsSame old storyWho gets the mansions? We get the ruinsSame old story From Letras Mania