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It comes as no surprise to know you're all about style There's nothing true in your words walking around like a tortured soul a lonely artist who cannot find a way Hold on to this one shot, this is the last chance of your life Any length to which you won't go to make yourself? Please yourself, it's not for me 'Cause I will not obey This music biz charade I will not obey Shoot 'em down they just keep coming So it seems the story goes a team of writers can express your thoughts And your life Words become unnecessary secondary to photographs and videos And just when we thought it was safe we were subjected to yet more Of your stereod whinings, fame seeking pinings injected into us through our radio So come hear me play These songs I wrote it's so sad That they're words you cannot say From Letras Mania