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Those who have it Don’t always flaunt it Those who want it Don’t always need it The greed seeps in And bloats the head It all turns to dust When you’re dead Memories Are what you need Power Is a trip you leave Your actions bleed a deep scarlet red It all turns to dust When you’re dead
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
It all turns to dust when you’re dead
Those who have it Don’t always flaunt it Those who want it Don’t always need it The greed seeps in And bloats the head It all turns to dust When you’re dead Memories Are what you need Power Is a trip you leave Your actions bleed a deep scarlet red It all turns to dust When you’re dead
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
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