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I could never sell my soul, my worth is already gold, Most people nowadays would sell the it's tho, That's the sad thing, and some embrace it How could you go eye to eye faces to faces And Places to places Knowing that you did that You sold yo soul for a kit kat I can't befriend you, get back It's just a shame The things that people will do for fame Until they die and end up in flame
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