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If I hired you out and put your soul on a shelf |
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Would it be yourself or would it be someone else? |
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Would it be the person that you try to be? |
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Or would it be a black soul painted so effortlessly? |
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Watch who you curse, watch who you curse... |
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And if I hung your soul out to dry |
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Would the foul stench of selfish pride burn my eyes? |
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Be that place where you reside |
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Behind trust and loyalty or behind closed eyes |
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Watch who you curse... |
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(Watch who you curse |
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Cos in reverse |
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It bleeds, it hurts) |
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Watch who you curse... |
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(And be selective |
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Of the people you hate |
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Cos plastic shadows retaliate) |
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And if I painted a picture of your life |
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Would it be in shades of black, or shades of white? |
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Would it take you long to realise |
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That it's not you behind those eyes... |
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Watch who you curse... |
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(Watch who you curse |
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Cos in reverse |
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It bleeds, it hurts) |
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Watch who you curse... |
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(And be selective |
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Of the people you hate |
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Cos plastic shadows retaliate) |