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The salesman I made you mine in compliance corpse, Your hanging on my line. I know you've been fooled before, But trust me one more time. I know this call is frozen, And my callings changing state, You melt into my mellow tone, The telephones mistakes. I made my wage in vagueness, The trust of open minds, The devil stole my sold that day And I'll pay for it in time.
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
The salesman
The salesman I made you mine in compliance corpse, Your hanging on my line. I know you've been fooled before, But trust me one more time. I know this call is frozen, And my callings changing state, You melt into my mellow tone, The telephones mistakes. I made my wage in vagueness, The trust of open minds, The devil stole my sold that day And I'll pay for it in time.
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
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