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The Dear Hunter This Beautiful Life

So let us force a smile And pretend that we're alive Oh, but somewhere None of this happened The bullets removed themselves Life is beautiful I have a

finesse textures My rhyme fabric, is elaborate, scrolls kept in a gold cabinet Open the book to the chapter of this old soul magic Juju tongue to voodoo come, behold this

sexy, that's the idea. Chorus : Pics take your pics, Take your pics. Bruce : Look at all this beautiful money, Look at all this beautiful money. Reporters