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The Acacia Strain

Money For Nothing

 

Money For Nothing


And it's a shame to think that you have no control
After all you did
After all your battles had been fought
Another's name is up alongside yours

Grab your girl

I spend my life searching out those who have done you harm
After is was too late
The 13 letters that make up your past will haunt my dreams until the end
I will stop at nothing to wipe them out
I will stop at nothing to wipe them out

Blood does not equal respect and I owe them nothing but the dirt from my shoes
I will carry your name to my own grave
I will remember you until I breathe my last breath, my last breath with lonely eyes
My only regret will be that I will never meet up with you again

Disbelief in anything
But I would blind myself to know that one day I would see you again

I will carry your name to my own grave
And each word I speak will be yours

This is money for nothing
And the talk is cheap
This is money for nothing
I want to bury them six feet deep

This is money for nothing
And the talk is cheap
This is money for nothing
I want to bury them six feet deep

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