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The Rolling Stones
Slave Lyrics

Do it, do it, do it, do it
Don’t wanna be your slave

Twenty four hours a day
Hey, why don’t you go down to the supermarket
Get something to eat, steal something off the shelves
Pass by the liquor store
Be back about quarter to twelve

Don’t want to be your slave
Baby go, baby go, baby go
Do it yeah

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