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Marble Floors

Verse 1 Next to poor men in the ground
despite the beauty all around
the things you built while you were there.
You sold your soul and no one cares.
Chorus Bang your head on marble floors.
Slam your fingers in oak doors.
Maybe you can make up for them,
the times you raped the weaker ones.
Verse 2 All the while the money smiled,
and bought you far ahead.
You heard what moral men have said,
but you gambled it all on God being dead.
Chorus (See above)

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