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Hear my troubles of life
Can you take me for one last ride
I want to bend my soul again
That’s what we do when we get older
Bless your troubled mind
You’ve got your money
And you’ve got it ‘cause others just can’t
There’s the lottery
About geography
Don’t know the hand you’re holding
You’re paying someone to put them to bed again
And that’s when it hurts
The difference
And this is hot blood
And a difference
What a difference
A little difference would make
Hear my low sign
I’ve got a story that money just can’t buy
Western standards
The poverty is profitable
See its slippery slide
And just what is it cause it’s working like fear with lungs
It’s not that easy
When you want it easy
And that’s when it hurts
We see the difference
It’s a raging lung
And a difference
What a difference
A little difference would make
Don’t leave me now
Don’t fall alseep
We need to rest sometimes but don’t take me
There’s something in the system, that still circulates
Dig a hole in the backyard
And drain the blood
HATA BİLDİR
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