Gold it's cold. Diamonds are dead. A limo it's just a car. Don't pretend. Feel what is real. That's it.
I screamed aloud to the old man, I said don't lie, don't say you don't know. I say you'll pay for this mischief, in this world or the next. Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance, and the hellfires raged in his eyes.
He said do you want to know the truth son, lord I'll tell you the truth: your soul's going to burn in the lake of fire.

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