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four chords that made a million
Six of one a half a dozen Black guitars and plastic blues Hide behind a wall of nothing Nothing said and nothing new  Four chords that made a million  You belong there on the cover You are the emperor in new clothes A man who thinks he owns the future Will sell your vacuum with his prose  Four chords that made a million  And then a moron with a check book Will take you out to lunch who knows? He will tell you you're a savior And then he'll drop you like a stone  Four chords that made a million  And I have tried and I have died Trying to get through But in the end I can't defend you.  Four chords that made a million