| All you folks think you own my life
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| But you never made any sacrifice
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| Demons they are on my trail
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| I’m standing at the crossroads of the hell
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| I look to the left I look to the right
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| There’re hands that grab me on every side
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| All you folks think I got my price
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| At which I’ll sell all that is mine
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| You think money rules when all else fails
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| Go sell your soul and keep your shell
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| I’m trying to protect what I keep inside
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| All the reasons why I live my life
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| Some say the devil be a mystical thing
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| I say the devil he a walking man
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| He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
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| He try to tell you what you want, try to tell you what you need
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| Standing at the point
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| The road it cross you down
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| What is at your back
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| Which way do you turn
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| Who will come to find you first
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| Your devils or your gods
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| All you folks think you run my life
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| Say I should be willing to compromise
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| I say all you demons go back to hell
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| I’ll save my soul save myself
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| Save my soul save myself
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| Save my soul save myself
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| Save my soul save myself
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| Save my soul save myself |