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The Devil Wears Prada Lyrics

10. Nickels Is Money Too



Go!
Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful. 
We're burying earth in earth. 
White hands, soft hands: carefully. 
This makes no sense. 
What's that sound I hear? 
What's that sound I hear? 
What's that sound I hear? 
What's that sound?
I'm lost in a state of confusion. 
Oh ground. 
I despise you, but rejoice in your essence, your essence. 
Envy will cease my sky. 
Greed will cease my sky. 
"Here's a farmer that hung himself on the expectation of plenty" 
At this time I feel there is no bottom to earth. 
Welcome to the museum of the dead,
Welcome to the museum of the dead;
Endless gore becomes reality.
Endless gore becomes reality.
Tradition's dug the grave. 
The inferno has commenced.
Tradition's dug the grave. 
The inferno has commenced


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