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Wouldn't it be cool If it was our job to, write music for a living You could come over every afternoon We could record some songs And have everyone sing along Only stopping for dinner Dinner at Merry Anne's But I never want to sell out, sell out to you Sell out to you No, I never wanna sell out, sell out to you Sell out to you We could invite our friends Over for a jam, we could listen to Jimmy Some clarity for our lives I probably would wait outside Maybe you'll wait some night We've got no place for tomorrow, except to do this all again 'Cause I never want to sell out, sell out to you Sell out to you No, I never wanna sell out, sell out to you Sell out to you And maybe then you'd see Just what you mean to me You know our lives would be so free, and nothing would get us down From Letras Mania