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Driving home slow after work
I'm not really feeling like I normally do
Got my face shoved into the dirt
Least I still clocked out by a quater to two

Take my soul
Take my soul
Your spinning your web and it's getting to thick
Your spitting your poison, it's making me sick
Take my soul

Make it so I don't have to try
Take another pill and I don't know my own mind
But I guess things could always be worse
Being kinda happy is the absolute worst

Take my soul
Take my soul
Your spinning your web and it's getting to thick
Your spitting your poison, it's making me sick
Take my soul

Driving real slow
I don't know why you
Couldn't ever go
Been feeling alright
But I'll never know
How you may feel if I
Ever really go now

Take my soul
Take my soul