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Sold my soul to fullfill another meaningless goal But upon arrival, i lost control I stole a glance at the stars But i got caught and now i have scars Lost my grip on a slippery slope When i started to tug the rope I'm telling myself i have no choice I might as well throw the dice I copyrighted my empty feelings When i got some mental beatings You might as well be abstract Because you signed the fucking contract I've lost the electricity All thats left is Synchronicity The lights are on but there's no one home And i'm left here alone I go not official warning Here i am now, sitting in mourning. I'm lovestruck but i guess I'm just stuck with dumb luck I suppose i'm just a stereotype, another cliché hype. From Letras Mania