Sell Your Soul

Sunsets fade to night
And flowers die away
The world is turning 'round
And you are turning grey
Money burns a hole
Inside the wealthy's heads
Why do you insist
Pretending you're not dead?

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Sell your soul, sell your soul for
Sell your soul, sell your soul for free

Bottles always empty
Leaves their prey alone
Lovers often leave you
Waiting by the phone
Nothing seems to satisfy
The need for peace
Jesus stands before you
Wanting you to see