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I'm not going to give it up for free anymore |
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& I don't really care if you label me a whore. |
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Frayed at the edges, busted at the seams, |
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I can walk with a song & sleep with my dreams. |
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You can cover up your chains & call yourself free; |
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It doesn't really matter - it's all the same to me. |
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You're the new newest thing; we've seen it all before. |
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In fact I've seen it many times & I'll see it many more. |
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You know it won't last; you know it never does - |
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But better be a has been than to be a never was. |
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You can get out quick & clean or prolong the agony: |
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Whichever you prefer - it's all the same to me. |
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You worship the future like it's some kind of saint, |
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But it's just like the past with a new coat of paint. |
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You try to save a world that doesn't want to be saved |
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& you scold it like a child when you think it's misbehaved. |
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You can say what you want, or say what you see, |
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Or you could say nothing - it's all the same to me. |
