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I say: To be living brings me down |
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In a way, |
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I'm what you call a pimp |
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Soap won't wash away your shame |
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I'll sell, whatever there's to be sold |
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In hell, I'd sell my own poor soul |
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Where are you going with that mask |
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I found you |
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You're running through the world |
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Thinking only about tomorrow |
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In your dreams, |
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I'll do all the things you say |
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Your guess, is just as good as mine |
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But no, I cannot justify your ways |
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Take care, cause hurtable as hell |
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I wear, I wear the hardest shell |
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Daybreak, you're returning |
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And I know that you want to play |
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When I see the sun going down |
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The eyes in my head, see the world spinning around |
