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How cruel is the golden rule,
When the lives we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies,
And all the lovers with no time for me,
And all the mothers raise their <span style="color: #003366 ! important; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;"><span style="color: #003366 ! important; font-family: verdana,arial,tahoma; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;">babies to stay away from me.
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams,
When the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies,
And all the lovers with no time for me,
And all the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me,
And pray they don’y grow up to be.
When the lives we lived are only golden plated.
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
And all the lovers with no time for me,
And all the mothers raise their <span style="color: #003366 ! important; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;"><span style="color: #003366 ! important; font-family: verdana,arial,tahoma; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;">babies to stay away from me.
When the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
And all the lovers with no time for me,
And all the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me,
And pray they don’y grow up to be.
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