Letra de Seeming To Be
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Money is time
A day, an hour, a moment
He wishes that he, too, had a wound
A canker to every conscience
The wicked happy
Go forward always, an equation
A day, an hour, a moment
He wishes that he, too, had a wound
A canker to every conscience
The wicked happy
Go forward always, an equation
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