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Paycheck (2 ratings) by Amber Rose
Lying down spread open wide.
Take it in throw out your pride.
Lights are out, no expression on your face.
Thoughts of guilt, you're trying to erase.
The bills are pastdue, and you have to pay rent,
but it's your soul you just spent.
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