All you folks think you own my life
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But you never made any sacrifice
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Demons they are on my trail
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I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell
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I look to the left I look to the right
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There're hands that grab me on every side
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All you folks think I got my price
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At which I'll sell all that is mine
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You think money rules when all else fails
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Go sell your soul and keep your shell
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I'm trying to protect what I keep inside
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All the reasons why I live my life
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Some say the devil be a mystical thing
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I say the devil he a walking man
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He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
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He try to tell you what you want
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Try to tell you what you need
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Standing at the point
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The road it cross you down
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What is at your back
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Which way do you turn
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Who will come to find you first
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Your devils or your gods
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All you folks think you run my life
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Say I should be willing to comprimise
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I say all you demons go back to hell
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I'll save my soul save myself
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Croassroads
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| Tracy Chapman |
