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Selasa, 24 Mei 2011
How cruel is the golden rule?When the lives we lived are only golden-platedAnd I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for meThough I carried karats for everyone to see

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemiesAnd all the lovers with no time for meAnd all of the mothers raised their babiesTo stay away from me

Tongues on the sockets of electric dreamsWhere the sewage of youth drown the spark of my teensAnd I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)Though I carried karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemiesAnd all the lovers with no time for meAnd all of the mothers raised their babiesTo stay away from me

And pray they don't grow up to be me 

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