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my machine will not talk to me my souls gives me no reply the ground that i walk upon on which i cannot even rely now all of this is fake everything that you and i are surrounded by now all of this is fake my heart dwells in my wallet my soul resides in my bank account these possessions have a hold on me it frightens and it clouds now all of this is fake everything that you and i are surrounded by now all of this is fake From Letras Mania