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Don't go down to servitude. |
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This is how the crafty capture you, |
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snare your soul and your days. |
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If you sit down at their tables, |
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you will taste delights while they, |
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like wild parasites, |
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suck dry their prey. |
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Don't go down, don't go down, |
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don't go down that way. |
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Do without, do without. |
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Don't go down that way. |
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Cunning voices say, "Don't fear. |
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You'll be making more this time next year. |
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We all rise in the world. |
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Borrowed water's doubly sweet. |
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You deserve the best of everything. |
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Open wide your hand." |
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Don't go down, don't go down, |
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don't go down that way. |
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Go without, go without. |
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Don't go down that way. |
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Don't go play the poor man's part. |
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This is how the greedy hollow out your heart, |
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drink your blood and lick their lips. |
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If you step into their nets, |
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you will know the sinking sorrow of regret |
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as they feast on your bones. |
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Don't go down, don't go down, |
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don't go down that way. |
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Turn around, turn around. |
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Don't go down that way. |
