| I used to think my life would be complete
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| When I made it to the industry
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| But it turns open, honest dreamers into lying, fucking cheaters
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| Who all want household name
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| Whose ego’s big enough to bring in the big bucks?
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| And if you don’t have what it takes
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| Just fake it 'cause the kids don’t know a thing
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| Give it up for the chance to shine
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| Fell the rush when the crowd goes wild
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| Then laugh it up 'cause it’s all a lie
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| It’s all about the sex, drugs and empty souls
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| Cause the money’s always green when the record hits gold
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| I need it (we want it)
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| I’ll dream it (we'll buy it)
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| It’s safe to say that we’ve lost our way
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| If you want sex, drugs and rock and roll
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| Give up your soul
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| I used to think that we would live the dreams
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| Being artists in the industry
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| But they just love you, fuck you, leave you
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| Once you don’t sell they don’t need you
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| They’ll just find a bigger name
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| Keep my music, you can frame it with my faith that I had
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| I’ll still believe in me, even if you can’t
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| Keep the spotlight, cause I don’t need it to see who I am
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| I’d rather be remembered for the person I was, not my fucking band |