| The crossroads in our lives
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| Only tell where we’ve come from
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| Not the road we’re on
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| The choices cut like knives
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| We bleed, till we feel numb
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| And overcome
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| We embrace the change for a brighter day
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| The grass ain’t always evergreen
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| Better the devil that you’ve seen
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| Still caught up in the machine
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| Sell your soul to the devil
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| The streets we live on are so mean
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| No fairytale to end your dreams
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| Still caught up in the routine
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| Sell your soul to the devil
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| Still we can’t survive
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| We dwell on what’s to come
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| In the great unknown
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| Yet the conscience in our minds
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| We quickly succumb
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| As we become
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| Prepared for change and a brighter day
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| The grass ain’t always evergreen
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| Better the devil that you’ve seen
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| Still caught up in the machine
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| Sell your soul to the devil
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| The streets we live on are so mean
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| No fairytale to end your dreams
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| Still caught up in the routine
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| Sell your soul to the devil
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| Give your life away
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| Don’t you wanna give your life away, yeah
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| No, no, no
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| Give your life away
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| Selling your, selling your
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| Selling your, selling your soul
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| Give your life away, giving your life away
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| The grass ain’t always evergreen
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| Better the devil that you’ve seen
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| Still caught up in the machine
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| Sell your soul to the devil
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| The streets we live on are so mean
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| No fairytale to end your dreams
|
| Still caught up in the routine
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| Sell your soul to the devil
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| Sell you soul, sell your soul to the devil |