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Jan 2021
Sold my soul to the devil
No good to me
Loneliness as eaten it bad
Cash came in handy.

My being not worth a dime
Loneliness should be made a crime
Sold my soul to the devil
Is life a waste of time.

Life been good
Life been bad
Soul so sad
Cash came in handy.

Never asked to be given life
Who gave me this emptiness
Chemicals in my brain
Am I going lady ga ga.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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