you don't have to sell
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well it can be only a mistake
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excluding all that seems to be before
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recollecting minds that intake
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while i contemplate it gets sore
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prosecution my minds that make me feel
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have only made me commit that crime
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it's been said that it's better to hate than steal
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still we all do time, still we all do time
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sold, no i don't belong to myself
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sold
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well you fucking can't believe
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everyday i run to this place i feel
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it's still taking over me
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you don't have to sell
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if i sold you my life the way it was
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'cause that's all he does, he tries to make a sale
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would you speak to me, an excuse to fail
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an excuse to fail, it's still sore
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everything couldn't be happening to make me right
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'cause my soul has already gone sour
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explain the vision that you still call mine
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now we all do time, now we all do time
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sold, no i don't belong to myself
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sold
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well you fucking can't believe
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everyday i run to this place i feel
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it's still taking over me
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crawling, crawling...
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you come crawling
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sold, no i don't belong to myself
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sold
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well you fucking can't believe
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everyday i run to this place i feel
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it's still taking over me
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crawling, crawling...
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you come crawling
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40 Below
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| Spineshank |
