We traded tears, we traded glee,
We, the wretched, sold our misery.
We traded tears, we traded glee.
To buy a breath, a fleeting grace,
To buy a breath, in time and space,
Each day, a sliver of our days,
We traded tears, we traded glee.
When shadows rose to make me weep,
When shadows rose from slumber deep,
I, weary, sold the light to keep,
We traded tears, we traded glee.
We were the ones who sold ourselves,
We were the ones upon the shelves,
The world, it sold its friendships' wealth,
We traded tears, we traded glee,
We, the wretched, sold our misery.
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