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On a complete morning the sun shined bright
Upon a beautiful smiling (?), looking at me
From the pavement, wet with blood
It wasn't there, I was dreaming, you always are
I've seen the coins that blurred your eyes
My eyes shining like sad fires
No I can't think and I can't think, I can't (?)
And no I will, for money makes us (?)
Death to monetaries
Death to monetaries
I've been happy, you've been sad
You have died, you (?) you'll be alive
Oh (?) here
Oh (?) here
Monetaries
Monetaries
Monetaries
Oh death to monetaries
Oh death to monetaries...