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I been workin' all my life
Getting tired of shootin' blanks
Locked and loaded like a gun
I've been bit and I've been stung
Don't believe in murder
Don't believe in what you're doing
Don't believe in murder
From the platinum mines
To the burning skies of blue
Workin' for the triple six
All the hipsters and hypocrites
Underdogs in overcoats
Messengers and misanthropes
Don't believe in murder
Don't believe in what you're doing
Don't believe in murder
In the searing heat
On a plastic beach front view
Corporations' logos flash
A garden grows by a power plant
The machine is waiting to reload
Don't believe in murder
Don't believe in what you're doing
Don't believe in murder
Till the tempo slows
And the rhythm goes out of you
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