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I'll give it all away so they can't take it from my hands

I'll sell my soul for twenty dollars, tied in rubber bands

They ask me why I've done this, inside my walls of grief

When everything goes South, I will sink below the reef

I'll try to live forever, I'll give them all I've got

I'll say I'm dearly sorry, but they know damn well I'm not

They say I'll never make it, they say I'll fade away

I'm waking up in Moscow, and I won't be back one day

I'll live in desecrations, put a spirit up for sale

I'll double down and raise the stakes, I'll smile beneath the veil

They ask me for the algorithm, to live beyond a reason

To burn the sky and brush away the rituals of treason

I'll look into the mirror, I'll suspend the laws of physics

I'll empty out the ashtray, baby, I'll be gone in minutes

They say I have no pity, they say I have no shame

I make them cry for hours, I will always win this game

I'll get the seven diamonds, every club and every spade

I'll never need the hearts, you can sell them into trade

They ask me how I live in shadows, laughing with no soul

An empty valley echoes, I will always have control

I'll racketeer above suspicion, give it to the night

I'll forge a million copies, take a bludgeon to the light

They say I'm inconclusive, with a freezer burn of veins

When everything is ash, I'll be alone in the remains

I'll make an offer, ante up, take everything I own

I'll give up sentimental, anesthesia to the bone

They ask me hypotheticals, but all of it is true

I'm waking up in Moscow, and I've never felt so blue

I'll give it all away so they will never have the power

I'll sell my soul for fifty cents, it's not my finest hour

They ask me why I've done this, a simple cause of pain

When everything goes South, I'll end up dying in the rain

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