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Hard times
i'm making my move this time
cold nights
i'm tired of walking that fine line
it's time that i take my place in life
and show them just how i feel
i'll bet i can be as sharp as a knife
especially when i steal
those warm hearts
the kind that i like to freeze
those spare parts
i'm telling you it's a breeze
money, man made money
man made money for you
money for me
man made money
high times
i'm mingling with the big cats now
white lines
i'm having a good time... and how
the parties are getting bigger
the nights never seem to end
it feels like i've pulled the trigger
on destiny, my only friend
let me out
i fear this life i've begun to live
without a doubt
i'll start to give all i can give
money, man made money
man made money for you
money for me
man made money.
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all 3 albums by cerafim are complete.