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Gabry Ponte
Gabry Ponte
Диджей
Jeffrey Jey
Jeffrey Jey
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Maurizio Lobina
Maurizio Lobina
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Massimo Gabutti
Massimo Gabutti
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Maurizio Lobina
Maurizio Lobina
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Gianfranco Randone
Gianfranco Randone
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Angelica Villella
Angelica Villella
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Chris Zippel
Chris Zippel
Мастеринг-инженер
Massimo Gabutti
Massimo Gabutti
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Maurizio Lobina
Maurizio Lobina
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Zucchet Luciano
Zucchet Luciano
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Слова

Too much of heaven Can bring you underground Heaven can always turn around Too much of heaven A life and soul hellbound Heaven, the killer makes no sound Too much of heaven Can bring you underground Heaven (yeah) can always turn around Too much of heaven (heaven) A life and soul hellbound Heaven (yeah), the killer makes no sound They're still talking about money That's right and too much of heaven Come on, my friend Let me tell you what it's all about It's called money dependence today And people just keep on going on Looking at the dollar bill And nothing else around them No love and no friendship, nothing else Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket Into their bank account And that's too much of heaven Bringing them underground Let me tell you what it's all about It's called money dependence today And people just keep on going on Looking at the dollar bill And nothing else around them No love and no friendship, nothing else Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket Into their bank account Too much of heaven Can bring you underground Heaven (yeah) can always turn around Too much of heaven (heaven) A life and soul hellbound Heaven (yeah), the killer makes no sound Too much of heaven Can bring you underground Heaven (yeah) can always turn around Too much of heaven A life and soul hellbound Heaven, the killer makes no sound They're still talking about money That's right and too much of heaven Come on, my friend Let me tell you what it's all about It's called money dependence today And people just keep on going on Looking at the dollar bill And nothing else around them No love and no friendship, nothing else Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket Into their bank account And that's too much of heaven Bringing them underground Let me tell you what it's all about It's called money dependence today And people just keep on going on Looking at the dollar bill And nothing else around them No love and no friendship, nothing else Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket Into their bank account Too much of heaven Can bring you underground Heaven (yeah) can always turn around Too much of heaven (heaven) A life and soul hellbound Heaven (yeah), the killer makes no sound Too much of heaven Can bring you underground Heaven (yeah) can always turn around Too much of heaven A life and soul hellbound Heaven, the killer makes no sound Oh, let me tell you what it's all about Too much of heaven bring you underground Too much of heaven Can bring you underground Heaven (yeah) can always turn around Too much of heaven (heaven) A life and soul hellbound Heaven (yeah), the killer makes no sound Too much of heaven Can bring you underground Heaven (yeah) can always turn around Too much of heaven A life and soul hellbound Heaven, the killer makes no sound
Writer(s): M. Gabutti, G. Randone, M. Lobina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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