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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWar Of Art
I don't do it for the moneyI don't do it for the fameI don't do it so I can see the bright lightsSpell out my nameBut I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't wanna hear my songsOn a jukebox in a jukebox kinda barGuess I'm just another soldierFightin' a war of artAnd I love the pretty girls and how they swayIn rhythm when I playAnd I'll take a free cold beer everytimeThey set one on a stageAnd if that was the only reason, why I do itThen why I do it wouldn't get me very farI guess you can't pick your battlesWhen you fight the war of artIt's hard to shine in a sky full of starsStill be who you areWhen you fight the war of artIf a bullet was a song, and this guitar was a gunI'd knock 'em deadMost nights it feels like I'm the oneUp here bleedin' redAnd I ain't tryin' to hurt nobody, I'm just hopin' that my brokenPuts some hope, in another broken heartYeah, I'm just another soldierFightin' a war of artIt's hard to shine in a sky full of starsStill be who you areWhen you fight the war of artI don't do it for the moneyI don't do it for the fame
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