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My innocence was raped by a tin star without a face
One last word on the subject, promise to rest my case
Don't ask me where I'm at cause I really just don't know
But one thing is for sure I shall reap what I have sewn
And why?
I really just don't know
And I
Shall reap what I have sewn
Day after day never against the grain
Working a dead end job for non-existent pay
Can't get ahead and you can't get away
So quit feeding me the lines
Get out of my face
And why?
I really just don't know
And I
Shall reap what I have sewn
Go!
Well here I am I'm wasted in the land of the lost
I have cracked beneath the pressure ignoring all your thoughts
Abandoned in the street I'm out here by myself
And the rest of you ingrates can go fuck yourselves
And why?
I really just don't know
And I
Shall reap what I have sewn
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