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Can't you see my soul worn on the record sleeve
It's going up for sale as soon as it gets saved
Interrogation blues, once again I lose
You don't get to magnify my insecurities
You don't get to site and save my unhip-ocracies
Not for sale
Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes the tell me to fuck off
My oversized hat won't fit your humongous head
I'll trade a hundred days for one inside of you, just take
Take me to the cave, where I can't be seen
Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline,
I'm sick of being used, time and again betrayed
Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door
Give him something free and he'll resell it to the poor
C'est la vie
Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me that I'm fucked
My humongous hat won't fit your gigantic head
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