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expert of well known vices(my most horrible thoughts)found me sleeping in seeds(are a result of sobriety)whisked me away(you still found me here)to the crossroads(lying on broken bulbs)somehow he knew my fantasiesi'd been living like an animalmaking deals with leeches and wolveshoping my soul still had some worthso i could stay loudand live for freemaster of well known vicesbeen living in my shadow for a while nownipping at my heelsand breathing down my necknone of this is real,but still you're therebreathing down my neckhe said,"dig deep and then sell to the shallowthen you can take,Letras de cancionestake whatever you please"it all seemed like a dreambut i've been feeling fuckin emptyi'll dig deep, sell to the shallow From Letras Mania