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I won't fight,
cuz I can't win.
They took my work,
and cashed it in.
Help me out,
one more time,
I found my hate,
and lost my mind.
I owe my life, a little bit, to everybody,
take it now.
But save my spine and use it for the antibodies.
Grind it down.
Cold canned soup,
and self control,
could set me free,
and buy my soul.
You're gonna take me out.
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