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Nov 2013
Come buy lyrics from me...
So I can make money..
Someone purchase my soul...
Because tomorrow I'm quitting my job...
I'm going to find myself...
I'm going on a journey...
Faith full..
I'm stepping out on the weakest limb
My life...
Love
Broken into a million billion cells..
I'm walking
Blindly
To the end of this era..
Buy me
I'm free
For my struggle began imprisoned
Chains no longer have a definition
I'm different
Words created me
So purchase them
So I can make money
And survive
Then maybe some will open their eyes
While you tune out my soul
And live....
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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