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well, I know you can't work in fast food all your life |
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but don't sign that paper tonight, she said, |
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but it's too late. |
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And I don't remember what I read, |
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don't remember what they said, |
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I guess it doesn't matter, |
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I guess it doesn't matter anymore. |
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[chorus] |
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you're gonna go to the record store |
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you're gonna give 'em all your money |
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radio plays what they want you to hear |
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they tell me it's cool but I just don't believe it... |
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sell out, with me oh yea, sell out, with me tonight |
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record company's gonna give me lots of money |
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and everything's gonna be (all right). |
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[verse] |
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no more flippin' burgers puttin' on my silly hat |
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you know I don't want that no more, |
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And I didn't ask when we'd get paid, I quit my day job anyway, |
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I guess it doesn't matter, I guess it doesn't matter anymore |
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[chorus] |
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You're gonna go to the record store, |
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you're gonna give 'em all your money, |
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radio plays what they want you to hear, |
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they tell me it's cool, I just don't believe it |
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sell out, with me oh yea, sell out |
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with me tonight, the records company's only give me |
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lots of money and everything's gonna be. |
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[bridge] |
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I don't think it'll be so bad |
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I know it won't be so bad |
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cause the man said "that's the way it is" |
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and the man said "it don't get better than this" no no no noo |
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[chorus] |
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so I signed on to the record company, |
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they say they're gonna give me lot's of money, |
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if I play what they want you to hear |
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they tell me it's cool, and I sure believe it... |
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sell out, with me oh yea, sell out, with me tonight |
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the record companies gonna give me lots of money and |
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everything's gonna be (all right). |
