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It's a crying shame The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame That makes greed a game that lets the whole world burn As the world turns, the whole world burns Money was invented for trade But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make slaves Turns a saint to a sinner A child to a killer His finger on the trigger of a money game
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC
Money Game - Ren
It's a crying shame The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame That makes greed a game that lets the whole world burn As the world turns, the whole world burns Money was invented for trade But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make slaves Turns a saint to a sinner A child to a killer His finger on the trigger of a money game
NOT MY OWN WORK. This is a part of a song called Money Game by Ren. I think he and his friends who are making music are very underrated as they speak what needs to be heard.
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC
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