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All my friends are heathens. We live in sin, we die to spend, the gold… Were hopeless, were homeless, Wandering the roads. All my friends are heathens Slaved by gold. We're gutlessness, were soulless Filled with woe. There good men, were bad men. Filled with greed. Acknowledge the sin that Lies in me.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
All My Friends Are Heathens