Here's where the wind leaves its mark across your face And the ocean knows more than we'll ever know Wake from our sleep, we are crippled but unique A cat in a bag meets the undertoe Make to the fields that are neighbouring your town Take all that you can carry Play with the fire and let the money burn It only bought a laugh, caught sincerity Who's gonna make us better If we won't believe there are things left to say And who's gonna take away the slaughter And put us to bed at the end of the day Here's where the wind leaves its mark across your face A perfect place to fall on your sword Kepp your hands to yourself Overestimate your wealth Don't touch what you can't afford Who's gonna make us better If we won't believe there are things left to say We watch as the dust settles around us Now put us to bed at the end of the day And everyone says: One for the money Two for the money Three for the money Four for the money Five for the money Six for the money Seven for the money Eight for the money
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