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You don't have to sell

You don't have to sell

You don't have to sell

You don't have to sell

Well it can only be a mistake

Excluding all that seems to be before

Recollecting minds that intake

When I contemplate it gets sore

Prosecution by the minds that make me feel

Have only made me commit that crime

It's been said that it's better to hate than steal

Still we all do time, still we all do time

Sold, no I don't belong to myself

Sold, well you fucking can't believe

Every day I run to this place I feel

It's still taking over me

Sold!

You don't have to sell

You don't have to sell

You don't have to sell

You don't have to sell

If I sold you my life the way it was

Cause that's all he does, he tries to make a sale

Would you speak to me, an excuse to fail

An excuse to fail, it's still sore

Everything couldn't be happening

To make me right

Cause my soul has already gone sour

Explain the vision that you still call mine

Now we all do time, now we all do time

Sold, no I don't belong to myself

Sold, well you fucking can't believe

Every day I run to this place I feel

It's still taking over me

Crawling, crawling

Crawling, crawling

Crawling, crawling

Crawling, crawling

Crawl! Crawl! Crawl! Crawl!

You come crawling

You come crawling

You come crawling

You come crawling

Sold, no I don't belong to myself

Sold, well you fucking can't believe

Every day I run to this place I feel

It's still taking over me

Crawling (Crawl), Crawling (Crawl)

Crawling (Crawl), Crawling (Crawl)

You come crawling (Crawl)

You come crawling (Crawl)

You come crawling (Crawl)

You come crawling (Crawl)