| 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 |