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Hear this: a name. "Sell", |
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Be the tolling of the iron bell |
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That will render me |
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All the prize it will cut these doubts right down to size |
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And without this thing |
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Without the drive just to make you see how |
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I am striving to make a fist |
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A voice if could just make you hear |
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Make this all right |
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And I'm |
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Still |
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Still calling |
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Still... |
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Still... |
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Still calling |
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Severed tongues and glowing eyes |
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In a threat that comes as no surprise |
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An expose of pearly lies for our paper hero |
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Open wide |
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Soon to be rendered obsolete |
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All you have belongs to me |
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Glamour pigs |
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Media whores |
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Let blood run like a waterfall |
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Toothy grins and limp handshakes |
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And pray to god your soul they take |
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Now we're done cheering your name |
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I'll sell you out |
