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I'm sinking yet I'll stride |
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A satchel filled with files |
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The secrets of the tribe |
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The cameras follow me for miles |
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Born a slave in 1984, |
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I discovered that my life is just a record they performed |
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A maze where I was placed |
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Tell me what you think of this one |
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Tell me what you think of this one |
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'Cause now I've sold you out |
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Now that there's no doubt |
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Now I've called you out |
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Now I've sold you out |
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They strapped me to the roof |
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and cut right through me |
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Diggin' through my wounds |
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I watched them helplessly and shook |
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Where are my pills, where is my former lover? |
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I've been betrayed by everyone I know who's blown my feeble cover |
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So tell me what you think of this one |
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Tell me what you think of this gun |
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Now I've sold you out |
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Now that there's no doubt |
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Now I've called you out |
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Now I've sold you out |
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'Cause the truth is this: |
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I finally know what they conceived so long ago |
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A baby rat for them to test, |
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The poison's on a rubber breast |
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For me to learn; dependence on the shackles here |
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But now they're gone |
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This place I live in hyper speed |
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I shall not live; I shall not breathe again |
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This is fuckin' ecstasy |
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This is fuckin' leprosy |
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It's like they're fuckin' testin' me |
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I'm in fuckin' ecstasy |
