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All you folks think you own my life |
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But you never made any sacrifice |
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Demons they are on my trail |
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I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell |
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I look to the left I look to the right |
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There're hands that grab me on every side |
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All you folks think I got my price |
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At which I'll sell all that is mine |
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You think money rules when all else fails |
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Go sell your soul and keep your shell |
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I'm trying to protect what I keep inside |
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All the reasons why I live my life |
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Some say the devil be a mystical thing |
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I say the devil he a walking man |
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He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief |
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He try to tell you what you want |
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Try to tell you what you need |
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Standing at the point |
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The road it cross you down |
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What is at your back |
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Which way do you turn |
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Who will come to find you first |
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Your devils or your gods |
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All you folks think you run my life |
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Say I should be willing to comprimise |
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I say all you demons go back to hell |
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I'll save my soul save myself |
