| I’m a slave to who gave a name
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| To my body and form to my filthy soul
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| I’m a slave to the money that burn
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| My hands, to the profit and fatigue
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| To the mortal breath that bends my back
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| And to the sperm that vibrates on my body
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| To the blade that will cut the sour fruit
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| To the blade that will cut my throat and chest
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| You have to abuse me
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| 'Cause I could have been so and I was never able to
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| You have to abuse my sex
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| And tight your slipknot around my white neck
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| You have to abuse me
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| 'Cause I could have been so and I was never able to
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| You have to abuse my sex
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| And tight your slipknot around my white neck
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| I’m a slave to the mother of all pigs
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| And to the father of all my oppressions
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| To the will that erases my regrets
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| And to my childhood and my hidden fears
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| I’m a slave to the light that gives a face
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| To my weakness, to my fallen reign
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| I’m slave to the salt and the wind
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| That will burn my wheat and my leprosy
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| You have to abuse me
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| 'Cause I could have been so and I was never able to
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| You have to abuse my sex
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| And tight your slipknot around my white neck
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| You have to abuse me
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| 'Cause I could have been so and I was never able to
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| You have to abuse my sex
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| And tight your slipknot around my white neck
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| Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na |