| I’m still looking for a way out
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| A way to tear myself apart, to save my failing
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| Heart
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| I watch my country fall to pieces
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| Feel my hands abandon me
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| My head is
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| Sick with propaganda
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| So I fill the streets
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| I will sell my soul, but I dare
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| Not sell my brain
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| Cause it’s all I need to be anyone, anything
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| I will sell my
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| Soul, but I dare not sell my brain
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| If you can’t see the change in me, then I
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| Will always be the same
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| Face to face I shed my skin
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| I push my parallel into
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| Place, to save my family name
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| Swing low, sweet ambulance come cure me
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| Hope’s
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| Not an inch away from death
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| I’m tangled deep inside a memory, and it’s all
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| That I have left
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| I will sell my soul, but I dare not sell my brain
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| Cause
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| It’s all I need to be anyone, anything
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| I will sell my soul, but I dare not
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| Sell my brain
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| If you can’t see the change in me, then I will always be the
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| Same
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| I’ll always be the same…
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| I will sell my soul, but I dare not sell
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| My brain
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| Cause it’s all I need to be anyone, anything
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| I will sell my soul
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| But I dare not sell my brain
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| If you can’t see the change in me, then I will
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| Always be the same |