| Babygirl, stick to your guns
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| I’m that voice in your head, bang bang, don’t ever run
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| Don’t ever run
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| They’ll try and change you from the outside in
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| But you’re a renegade, you weren’t born to ever fit in
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| So stick to your guns
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| Your guns
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| Ten and a rebel, getting kicked out of Heaven
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| They couldn’t save me
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| Teenager with a plan, couple dollars in my hand
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| Bad reputation
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| It never stopped me
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| I still don’t care 'bout what you think
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| You better believe it
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| You better believe I live for these words
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| Babygirl, stick to your guns
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| I’m that voice in your head, bang bang, don’t ever run
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| Don’t ever run
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| They’ll try and change you from the outside in
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| But you’re a renegade, you weren’t born to ever fit in
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| So stick to your guns
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| Your guns
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| Change your hair, change your clothes, shut your mouth
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| Be a good girl, be a lady
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| but the pub' sees no future in rock
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| But I’m not changing
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| So take or leave it
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| I still don’t care 'bout what you think
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| You better believe it
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| You better believe I live for these words
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| Babygirl, stick to your guns
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| I’m that voice in your head, bang bang, don’t ever run
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| Don’t ever run
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| They’ll try and change you from the outside in
|
| But you’re a renegade, you weren’t born to ever fit in
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| So stick to your guns
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| Your guns |