C
Who the hell have i been kidding?
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I sold my soul to the corporation,
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They know me better than I know myself,
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I better shut it up, i better shut this up,
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You got a problem with the way i think,
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I got a problem with the way you think
              C
that you can program me like a damned machine
          Am
I'm gonna take a stand and say fuck this scene.

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I'm sick of imagery instead of artistry,
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I'm sick of apathy instead of harmony,
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I'm sick of poets working part time jobs,
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While pissy people pick and choose the stars,
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I know that i should be the last one to speak
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about this but even sellouts have they're dreams,
              C
Set the music free,

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Ba da da da da, a da da da da whoa aho oh

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what the hell was i trying to prove?
                             C
ran away so young now on the move,

like a vandal i wear my mask,
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So all you punks back home you can kiss my ass,
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cause' a gotta feeling deep down inside my soul,
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that's taken three whole years to gain control,
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And i ain't never, no never, no, never, no never, no never,
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coming home,

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ba da da da da da, da da da da da da da da
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ba da da da da da da da da whoa aho oh