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They tied me up, they stripped me down, |
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Against the world I'll stand my ground, |
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I'll sell my songs, but not my soul. |
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They'll chew you up, they'll spit you out, |
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Yeah, follow me, we'll ride it out, |
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I'll sell my songs, but not my soul. |
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I'll take dignity over industry, |
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My wardrobe has never meant shit to me. |
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I'll sell my songs, but never my soul, |
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And what the **** happened to rock and roll? |
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I've got bruises on my hands and knees, |
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And a list of failures in between. |
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Always dirty, I am never clean, |
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Music is what you hear, and not what you see. |
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There's something wrong, this isn't right, |
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I make the rules or I'm gone tonight, |
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I signed the line but didn't lose control. |
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They'll tell you lies right to your eyes, |
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Before you know, they'll suck you dry, |
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I signed the line but didn't lose control. |
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We've got families and mouths to feed, |
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I'll take pride over profit, |
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And guts over greed. |
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I signed the line but didn't lose control, |
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And what the **** happened to rock and roll? |
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I've got bruises on my hands and knees, |
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And a list of failures in between. |
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Always dirty, I am never clean, |
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Music is what you hear, and not what you see. |
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And if there's one thing left to tell, |
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It's that I am being real. |
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And you should know, yeah you should know |
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Just how I feel |
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Oh, just how I feel |
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You should know, you should know just how I feel. |
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I've got bruises on my hands and knees, |
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And a list of failures in between. |
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Always dirty, I am never clean, |
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Music is what you hear, and not what you... |
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I've got bruises on my hands and knees, |
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And a list of failures in between. |
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Always dirty, I am never clean, |
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Music is what you hear, and not what you... |
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Music is what you hear, and not what you see |