Sell Out

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

F/C                          
I'm sick of imagery instead of 
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artistry,
I'm sick of apathy instead of 
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harmony,
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I'm sick of poets working part time 
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jobs,

While pissy people pick and choose 
the stars,
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I know that i should be the last 
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one to speak
about this but even sellouts have 
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they're dreams,
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Set the music free,

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whoa aho oh

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

like a vandal i wear my mask,

So all you punks back home you can 
kiss my ass,
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cause' a gotta feeling deep down 
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inside my soul,
that's taken three whole years to 
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gain control,

And i ain't never, no never, no, 
never, no never, no never,
           C G C C/B
coming home,

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Ba da da da da, a da da da da 2X) 
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whoa aho oh