it's your bleeding heart
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and selling so well
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an hour too late
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too much time to kill
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and forcing your tears
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and milking the pain
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and raking it in, the sin
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and i already know there's one chance around
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and the record shows you wanna make the grade
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and the word is out you sold your soul today
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and i already know
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stick out your chest, the masses await
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a white collar side show
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the auction begins
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they'll tickle your ear
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and give you the grin
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and it's such a shame, who's to blame
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and i already know there's one chance around
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and the record shows you wanna make the grade
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and the word is out you sold your soul today
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and it's over...
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if you and i could find a way to make it right i'd go
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but here we stand with troubles minds and empty ands
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let it pass, let it pass
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Who's To Blame
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| Embodyment |
