Sell Out

	  		
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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, 
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Set the music free, 

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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 whoa aho oh