| What’s yours is unsure
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| What’s mine will stay mine
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| Stay sure the two never shall meet
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| The only discussion is our bottom line
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| From the flood of our trash to the street
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| I’ve had to learn to see a single direction
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| Myself staring right back at me
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| Perfecting perception in my own reflection
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| Scripting his hollow dignity
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| You’ve sold away your name
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| And who will break your fall
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| After you’ve used them all?
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| After you hit the wall
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| Some things never change
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| It won’t go away
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| The biggest of lies is what sells
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| Hanging on hooks
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| Waiting for us to mumble
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| They drool when we ring the bell
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| Waiting for something to make it make sense
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| Roadkill on the money trail
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| Under the wheels, now I’m over the fence
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| The highest bid gets this soul for sale
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| You’ve sold away your name
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| And who will break your fall
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| After you’ve used them all?
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| After you hit the wall
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| Without an ounce of shame
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| You sold away your name
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| After you hit the wall
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| Everything you planned to stand for has come to nothing
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| And sells yourself something
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| One way, you’ll face someone who lies, something or nothing
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| And who will break your fall
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| After you’ve used them all?
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| After you hit the wall
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| Without an ounce of shame
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| You sold away your name
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| After you hit the wall |