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
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I better shut it up
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You gotta problem with the way I think
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I gotta problem with the way you think
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That you can program me
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Like a damn machine
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I wanna take a stand
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And say fuck this scene
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I'm sick of imagery
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Instead of artistry
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I'm sick of apathy
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Instead of harmony
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I'm sick of poets workin' 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
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The last one to speak
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About this but even sellouts have their dreams
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Set the music free
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Ba da da da da da,
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da da da da da
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da da da da
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da da da da da da
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Da da da da da
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Da da da da da
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Ba da da da da da
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Oh what the hell was I tryin' to prove
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I ran away so young
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Now I'm on the move
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Like a vandal I wear my mask
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And all you punks back home
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Yah you can kiss my ass
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Cause' I gotta feelin' deep down inside my soul
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That's taken three whole years to gain control
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And I aint never no 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
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Da da da da da
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Da da da da
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Da da da da da da
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Da da da da da
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Da da da da da
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Da da da da
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Ohhh.
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Sellout
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Never Shout Never |