| They say rocky sold his soul
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| Well he dipped his balls in rock and roll
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| He dove head first into the deep
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| Live for the moment
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| Wild and free
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| Carry on dance too close
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| To the fire not the phone
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| Radio silence don’t call
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| Cause nobody’s home
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| When you live life for the lust
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| Sometimes you get cuts to the bone
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| Sometimes you get keys to the throne
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| The neon lights are on parade
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| Tomorrow swerves into yesterday
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| No end in sight there’s no last call
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| Just pills and pipes and alcohol
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| Carry on dance too close
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| To the fire not the phone
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| Radio silence don’t call
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| Cause nobody’s home
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| When you live life to the lust
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| Sometimes you get cuts to the bone
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| Sometimes you get Keys to the throne
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| Sometimes you’ve got
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| One foot in the grave
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| It reaches up and takes a hold
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| Masters quickly turn to slaves
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| Souls are bought souls are sold
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| Rocky creeps the streets unknown
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| No name no face just a ghost alone
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| The fix is in no longer free
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| There’s no bringing rocky back to me
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| Carry on dance too close
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| To the fire not the phone
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| Radio silence don’t call
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| Cause nobody’s home
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| When you live life to the lust
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| Sometimes you get cuts to the bone
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| Sometimes you get Keys to the throne
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| Now he’s got two feet in the grave
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| He dug himself too deep a hole
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| No dragons left to slay
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| Devil squeezed out all the hope
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| Only one God to obey
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| Reaches down and takes a hold
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| Now he can’t get away
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| Now he’s lost all control
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| Masters quickly turn to slaves
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| Streets run black and take him whole
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| Where souls are bought souls are sold |