Welcome dear bidders
Begin
Only the richest
Will win
No thought for morals
Or sin
Nothing is sacred
Within

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Nothing is sacred
In here
Turn your attention
To fear
The fall of the gavel
Is near
The yell of the ringman
Is clear

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Going in from the cold
How bad can it be if it’s free?
Giving away all your cares and desires
Don't look at me
You are the product you see

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