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Ornamental kindness heats both of my hands Ooh, it tastes good with the money Tried to figure my way home via the Hollywood Hills Ooh, it tastes good with the money And all my faith slides right into place The air up there so fresh and clean And we could be homeowners this time next year Ooh, it tastes good with the money I never look at a tower block same way again Ooh, it tastes good with the money One more faith bursting into flames The air up there, now fresh and clean People from nowhere, they poison everywhere Sketching ruins in the dark There's ash in your latte As you slip into something dangerous Dipping into a tear-shaped swimming pool The lobster red glow of the apocalypse Eyebrows trimmed Gotta fathom your own legacy Slimming shakes Bathing on the right side of surprises Letras de cancionesAnd a big mushroom cloud of the middle classes Leaves a beautiful shape for you to project your fears onto And all my faith, it slides right into place The air up here so fresh and clean People from nowhere, they poison everywhere Sketching ruins in the dark From Letras Mania