| Take, take… but it won’t give you an answer.
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| You walk, walk… 'cause the idiots are walking.
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| Ain’t nobody telling me what went wrong
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| You take, take… but it won’t give you an answer.
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| You talk, talk… 'cause the idiots are talking.
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| Ain’t nobody telling me what went wrong
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| Most of my life I’ve been in love with you,
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| But from now on I think I hate you…
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| I think I’ve come to the point where
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| I can’t help myself to watch it from a distance
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| While everything I loved is crumbling apart…
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| And now I want to know why…
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| Prefabricated music artists, following the dots.
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| Drawn by the music industry and media to make it right.
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| No local scene, no indie scene
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| To succeed you better be mainstream
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| Everyday, I can’t believe what’s going on…
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| Plastic bands are invading my T.V.
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| And every band we ever seem to play with
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| Is scoring a major deal with a million dollar company
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| I wanted this so bad and now it’s alright…
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| I’ve realized my goal isn’t being in this fight.
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| For success and fame I don’t wanna be a whore,
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| I’d rather play my thing and be proud and poor…
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| I’ll never get no fucking answer |