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She bends beneath dim bulbs Ten thousand seams she sewed While outside sun's not reached midday Time triples still she toils Dark city, lungs are soiled Employees which I happily pay Build my god Bill my karma We hid beneath the leaves Adam and a thief The Lord walks and calls to ask the blame I bit the fruit and lied Bargain bags by my side Trade trees for toilet paper fame Build my god Bill my karma (Thanks to Adam King for these lyrics) From Letras Mania