Gold it's cold.Diamonds are dead.A limo it's just a car.Don't pretend.Feel what is real. That's it.
A solemn cry rises to the sky as heavy wings blacken out. The morning sun with infinite darkness. Am I dreaming or am I dead?In search for my heart, lost in this hell. The vultures are soaring above, tearing me apart.
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