Letra de Cries Of Pain
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Cries Of Pain
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Working hard, slave till death
Make more profit, to make them rich
Cries of pain, life is lost
Making you rich, making me poor
Profit, profit is all they see
Never caring, what's all your needs?
You work so hard to jump ahead
To be the best on what you do
The day will come when it's all over
Replaced by a number, your life is over
Make more profit, to make them rich
Cries of pain, life is lost
Making you rich, making me poor
Profit, profit is all they see
Never caring, what's all your needs?
You work so hard to jump ahead
To be the best on what you do
The day will come when it's all over
Replaced by a number, your life is over
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