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I say: To be living brings me down
In a way, I`m what you call a pimp Soap won`t wash away your shame I`ll sell, whatever there`s to be sold In hell, I`d sell my own poor soul Where are you going with that mask I found you You`re running through the world Thinking only about tomorrow In your dreams, I`ll do all the things you say Your guess, is just as good as mine But no, I cannot justify your ways Take care, cause hurtable as hell I wear, I wear the hardest shell Daybreak, you`re returning And I know that you want to play When I see the sun going down The eyes in my head, see the world spinning around
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