It wears on my patience when I talk to those deejays
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At the corporation station they slather on false praise
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Even though I'm slow I know no radio will give my record spins
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Lean on me all you want to, I'll break before I bend
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Way up in those ivory towers with gold records on the walls
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All the big wigs got the power but they ain't got the balls
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The desk bound clowns that run this town
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Have watered down the sound just like their gin
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Lean on me all you want to, I'll break before I bend
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Hell yeah I'd love to make it but I suck at playing games
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I'd rather starve than fake it for a little taste of fame
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It's wrong to be a doggone pawn singing songs that make
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You yawn for payments on a long mercedes benz
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Lean on me all you want to, I'll break before I bend
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I'll Break Before I Bend
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| Allison Moorer |
