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Honestly my honesty
Was always what I gave for taking your breath
I never thought you would have hung it high above
As you did over my head

Ever since you came into my life
I always felt a little mislead
I tried to read the signs
Tried to stay in the lines
But (the) shapes were always changing

Almost fooled me when you said just

Sell your soul for someone's gold
Maybe then you'll have a friend
Go on, sell your soul to be controlled
Maybe then you'll have a friend

Everything we'll ever need is deep inside of our limitless beings
We struggle and we fight cause it feels good
To wonder why our lives are happening

Almost fooled me when you said just

Sell your soul for someone's goal
Maybe then you'll have a friend
Go on, sell your soul to be controlled
Maybe then you'll have a friend

Hid in your history
Writ in your memory

oh you didn't know it's

Hid in your history
Writ in your memory
Say you don't know it

Sell your soul for someone's goal
Maybe then you'll have a friend
go on, sell your soul to be controlled
Maybe then you'll have a friend

In The death of
The death of
The death of communication

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