| I don’t do it for the money
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| I don’t do it for the fame
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| I don’t do it so I can see the bright lights
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| Spell out my name
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| But I’d be lyin' if I said I didn’t wanna hear my songs
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| On a jukebox in a jukebox kinda bar
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| Guess I’m just another soldier
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| Fightin' a war of art
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| And I love the pretty girls and how they sway
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| In rhythm when I play
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| And I’ll take a free cold beer everytime
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| They set one on a stage
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| And if that was the only reason, why I do it
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| Then why I do it wouldn’t get me very far
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| I guess you can’t pick your battles
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| When you fight the war of art
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| It’s hard to shine in a sky full of stars
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| Still be who you are
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| When you fight the war of art
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| If a bullet was a song, and this guitar was a gun
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| I’d knock 'em dead
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| Most nights it feels like I’m the one
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| Up here bleedin' red
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| And I ain’t tryin' to hurt nobody, I’m just hopin' that my broken
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| Puts some hope, in another broken heart
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| Yeah, I’m just another soldier
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| Fightin' a war of art
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| It’s hard to shine in a sky full of stars
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| Still be who you are
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| When you fight the war of art
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| I don’t do it for the money
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| I don’t do it for the fame |