Take, take all you need And I'll compensate your greed With
broken hearts Sell, I'll sell your memories, for 15 pounds
per year But just the good days Say, it'll make you insane
And it's bending the truthYou're to blame For all the
life that you'll lose and You watch this spaceAnd I'm
going all the wayAnd be my slave to the graveI'm a priest
god never paidHope, I hope you've seen the light Coz no one
really caresThey're just pretendingSell, I'll sell your
memories, for 15 pounds per year But you can keep the bad days
Say, it'll make you insane And it's bending the
truthYou're to blameFor all the life that you'll lose
and You watch this spaceAnd I'm going all the wayAnd be my
slave to the graveI'm the priest god never paid.
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