Can't you see my soul, on the record sleeve? It's going up for sale, as soon as it gets saved You don't get to magnify my insecurities You don't get to cite and save my unhipocracies Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door Give him something free and he'll resell it to the poor (c'est la vie) My humongous hat, won't fit your gigantic head http://ift.tt/1JqNfSF
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