'A penny for your thoughts? '
Ha. I bet it's a pretty one
Golden like a dropp of sun
My mind wouldn't get sold for gold
How could you sale stories told?
Freedom of speech
At the cost of your soul
So there's a reason
For the high horse
On the soapbox
I'll sit up here
And watch humanity struggle
Good God Neat'o
Save there souls
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