Intro:
DBm7Em7A7
Hmm, yeah, hmm
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My idols lied to me
Bm7
On my own TV screen
Em7
I packed my bags, followed their path
A7
I lost it all and I got nothing back
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And turns out Hollywood′s bloody
Bm7
The famous are ugly, no photoshop on their soul
Em7
I wanted the truth, but now Iʼm burned and bruised
A7
I′m facing all this suits
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Saying Iʼm, Iʼm sorry
Bm7
But no, you′re not
Bm7
You′re not sorry
Em7
Saying youʼre, no, you′re sorry
A7
But if sorry is all that youʼve got
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Then fuck you a lot
Bm7Em7A7
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Overthinking is a bullet in the head
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I often wonder if this industry is dead
Bm7
You trade fame for clout, for me there′s no way out
Bm7
Confined in my own art, confined within your doubt
Em7
But I got no question in my own mind
Em7
Iʼll find my way out to the finish line
A7
Chosen one, and I′ve seen on every sign
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I know that I have a purpose
Bm7
I know damn well I deserve it
Em7
Iʼve been through hell and God knows it
A7
Iʼve got some scars, least I own it
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Oh, just stop saying you′re -
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Oh, you′re sorry
Bm7
Oh, stop saying youʼre
Bm7
Oh, you′re sorry
Em7
Saying youʼre, you′re sorry
A7
But if sorry is all that youʼve got, fuck you