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Gold, gold, bones, bones |
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Under platinum headstones |
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Gold, gold, bones, bones |
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Under platinum headstones |
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You're so cold as you sit there alone |
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Selling your bright ideas |
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And paying someone to answer your phone |
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So this is life, come home |
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To kids and wife |
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After a day of twisting the knife |
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'Til you get yours |
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There's blood on the tracks again |
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Do you buy, buy what you're selling them? |
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You know it breaks my heart |
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It breaks my heart |
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I hate to see you drown in a sea of bills |
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Where did you bury all that |
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Precious, precious gold |
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Gold, gold, bones, bones |
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Under platinum headstones |
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Gold, gold, bones, bones |
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Under platinum headstones |
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You build empires, airplanes |
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And smog-coated spires |
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Up to the last blank page |
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When the wildfires rage on the hills |
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There's blood on the tracks again |
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Do you buy, buy what you're selling them? |
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You know it breaks my heart |
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It breaks my heart |
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I hate to see you drown in a sea of bills |
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Where did you bury, did you bury |
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Take my hand |
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Let's leave this place |
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Tonight we'll need our souls |
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And not that |
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Gold, gold, bones, bones |
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And all that worthless gold |
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gold, Bones, bones |
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And all that useless |
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There's blood on the tracks again |
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Do you buy, buy what you're selling them? |
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You know it breaks my heart |
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It breaks my heart |
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I hate to see you drown in a sea of bills |
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Where did you bury all that |
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Precious, precious gold |
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Gold, bones, bones, |
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Under platinum headstones |
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Gold, gold, bones, bones |
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And all that worthless gold |
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Gold, bones, bones, |
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And all that useless |
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Gold, gold, bones, bones |
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Where did you bury your heart? |
