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
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Always Dirty, Never Clean
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| Anarbor |
