| Well it can be only a mistake
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| Excluding all that seems to be before
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| Recollecting minds that intake
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| When I contemplate it gets sore
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| Prosecution by the minds that make me feel
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| Have only made me commit that crime
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| It’s been said that it’s better to hate than steal
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| Still we all do time, still we all do time
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| Sold, no I don’t belong to myself
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| Sold
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| Well you fucking can’t believe
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| Everyday I run to this place I feel
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| It’s still taking over me
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| You don’t have to sell…
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| If I sold you my life the way it was
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| Cause that’s all he does, he tries to make a sale
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| Would you speak to me, an excuse to fail
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| An excuse to fail, it’s still sore
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| Everything couldn’t be happening to make me right
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| Cause my soul has already gone sour
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| Explain the vision that you still call mine
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| Now we all do time, now we all do time
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| Sold, no I don’t belong to myself
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| Sold
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| Well you fucking can’t believe
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| Everyday I run to this place I feel
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| It’s still taking over me
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| Crawling, crawling…
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| You come crawling
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| Sold, no I don’t belong to myself
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| Sold
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| Well you fucking can’t believe
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| Everyday I run to this place I feel
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| It’s still taking over me
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| Crawling, crawling…
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| You come crawling |