I'm sprinting, yet I stride
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My 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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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 they cut right through me
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Diggin' through my wounds
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I watched them hopelessly and choke
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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, don't blown my feeble cover.
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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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The place I live in hyper speed
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I shall not live; I shall not breathe again
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(Hey Man)
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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' testing me
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This is fuckin' ecstasy
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This Is Fucking Ecstasy
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