A Manifesto Of Tangible Wealth Songtext
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Emily sets this privileged corpse, "my baby suffers no struggle."
Daddy holds tight, chromed a kiss on a platter he answers like way to a high vote.
(What do you want to be?)
Who do you want to be?
Daddy holds tight, chromed a kiss on a platter he answers like way to a high vote.
(What do you want to be?)
Who do you want to be?
Or would you rather die here tonight?
This is a knot in your rope of cubicles and apparel.
Draw business with syringes. Stethoscopes can't hear the faintest.
Every night's a fight.
Have you ever seen a life much sadder?
Distill your blood, still you climb, still you climb.
This is a knot in your rope of cubicles and apparel.
Draw business with syringes. Stethoscopes can't hear the faintest.
Every night's a fight.
Have you ever seen a life much sadder?
Distill your blood, still you climb, still you climb.
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