Trading dishonesties till we believe- We create the new bandits- Today they’re transient gods- Tomorrow we shoot’em down- As fast as they’re made- Yes I know where you’ve gone- Yes I know who’ve you done- And what you've done- ...That doesn’t make you bad- ...Just makes you human-Birth sign: Libra
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