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hmltd - loaded lyrics

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hey father, i can feel a
fever [?] out this home
in the hallway, voices say
k!ll the things that you love the most

there’s some sp-ce in the valley of the guards
sign your name on the dotted line above

yeah i sold my soul to the devil tonight
yeah i sold my soul to the devil tonight
yeah i sold my soul to the devil tonight
cause i was pretty f-cking poor
take your elevator up to your sky
i’m gonna be on the tv tonight
i sold my soul to the devil tonight
and i’m still pretty f-cking poor
but my gun is f-cking loaded

i can see central park
reflected in your eyes
but there’s no p-ssion, there’s no spark
in the pupils nor the whites

daddy’s cool with a bullet ‘tween his eyes
momma too, she’s played up for her crimes

yeah i sold my soul to the devil tonight
yeah i sold my soul to the devil tonight
yeah i sold my soul to the devil tonight
cause i was pretty f-cking poor
take your elevator up to your sky
i’m gonna be on the tv tonight
i sold my soul to the devil tonight
and i’m still pretty f-cking poor
but my gun is f-cking loaded

my home and my possessions, they rendered me a slave
so i set my heart free, i went home and blew it all away
the espresso machine drip, the plasma screen [?]
the hum of the v8 whip, baby go home blow it all away

yeah i sold my soul to the devil tonight
yeah i sold my soul to the devil tonight
yeah i sold my soul to the devil tonight
cause i was pretty f-cking poor
take your elevator up to your sky
i’m gonna be on the tv tonight
i sold my soul to the devil tonight
and i’m still pretty f-cking poor
but my gun is f-cking loaded

- hmltd

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