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The death living
On the ground littered with rubbish
Of the punters who walk at night
Praying for lottery luck
In times of economic setbacks
People willing to sacrifice
Walk into the graveyard
Pray for good luck
Asking for help
To solve financial woes
To seek wealth and freedom
Of wishes they hope
Granted in midnight death living
The silent breeze
The hair rising experience
Of the cold caresses
And the dark shadows smile
Don’t sell your soul
You will not get it back
You can’t argue
You are zombie
Walking in the day light
In the midnight of death ground
The desperate asking for a final help
Don’t sell your soul
You will lose plenty
When you sink in
On the ground littered with rubbish
Of the punters who walk at night
Praying for lottery luck
In times of economic setbacks
People willing to sacrifice
Walk into the graveyard
Pray for good luck
Asking for help
To solve financial woes
To seek wealth and freedom
Of wishes they hope
Granted in midnight death living
The silent breeze
The hair rising experience
Of the cold caresses
And the dark shadows smile
Don’t sell your soul
You will not get it back
You can’t argue
You are zombie
Walking in the day light
In the midnight of death ground
The desperate asking for a final help
Don’t sell your soul
You will lose plenty
When you sink in
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