| I say: To be living brings me down
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| In a way, I’m what you call a pimp
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| Soap won’t wash away your shame
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| I’ll sell, whatever there’s to be sold
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| In hell, I’d sell my own poor soul
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| Where are you going with that mask I found you
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| You’re running through the world
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| Thinking only about tomorrow
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| In your dreams, I’ll do all the things you say
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| Your guess, is just as good as mine
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| But no, I cannot justify your ways
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| Take care, cause hurtable as hell
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| I wear, I wear the hardest shell
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| Daybreak, you’re returning
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| And I know that you want to play
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| When I see the sun going down
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| The eyes in my head, see the world spinning around |