Put your pocketbooks away
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My soul can't be bought through the loss of one day
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'Cause you know that you are the same
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As me when we move from your ideology
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The situation is out of control
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Some reach for their Bibles I reach for my soul
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'Cause you bleed red and so do I
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Who's to say that you're wrong or to say that I'm right
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And was I just killing time
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Was I just filling space
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Sitting on a land mine
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Sipping drinks that were laced
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I don't think that there's anything I can't do
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But like a loaded gun in the hands of a child
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Or a man on the run
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Something's bound to happen
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Oh Lord and,
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All the days get so long
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I don't think I will make and
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Oh Lord and,
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All the days turned to darkness
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Sadness can't shake it
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Now I just can't stay quiet and you wonder
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Why it don't pay to feed and not be fed
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I was told to stand in line
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By someone long ago that explained me my life
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I'm a mold and I know it's a crime
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That I followed the leader to dark and not light
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And who was making these rules that we follow like sheep
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And who's bending these rules just to format their needs
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I'm faced with falsehood everyday
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It's hard to tell who's real it's hard to tell who's fake
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And was I just killing time
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Was I just filling space
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Sitting on a land mine
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Sipping drinks that were laced
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I don't think that there's anything I can't do
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But like a loaded gun in the hands of a child
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Or a man on the run
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Something's bound to happen
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Oh Lord and,
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All the days get so long
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I don't think I will make and
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Oh Lord and,
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All the days turned to darkness
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Sadness can't shake it
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Killing Time
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Mozella |