All of the money in the world Your living in a house of glass There's no place left you can hide Your running from the sea and the crash Where everything beautiful died Your living in a house of cods Your waiting for the weather to turn I dont know how you made it this far And i'll feel my bridges are burned All of the money, the money in the world Wont bring you back your reason Wont bring you back your world You waited till the last resort To mix some of the truth with the lying Your waiting for the damage report Its there in the smoke without frying Yeah, you want to think its house of cards, thats called word twisting. Or, poetry. The resort, the sea, everything beautiful died, damage report... All of the money in the world Your living in a house of glass There's no place left you can hide Your running from the sea and the crash Where everything beautiful died Your living in a house of cods Your waiting for the weather to turn I dont know how you made it this far And i'll feel my bridges are burned All of the money, the money in the world Wont bring you back your reason Wont bring you back your world You waited till the last resort To mix some of the truth with the lying Your waiting for the damage report Its there in the smoke without frying Yeah, you want to think its house of cards, thats called word twisting. Or, poetry. The resort, the sea, everything beautiful died, damage report...
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