I've sold myself out
And I've sold myself short.
I've sold almost all of my dreams
I've sold all the colors
Who never agree,
The rest have never been seen.
I've sold all my happiness
To pay and watch it tortured,
I'll never be sad again.
I've sold all my success
To fall further behind,
And never make a gain.
I've sold all these things
Without a receipt,
And I'm being audited.
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