Brooks Songtext

I have the perfect living specimen for trade.
I have the perfect pricey sacrifice for trade.

Two times, twice I had the urge for something new.
I'll sell the price I choose to pay for something new.

I washed, I tried to wash the blood off of my hands.
I chose, I chose to live with your blood on my hands.
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