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Four Chords That Made a Million

Six of one and half a dozen

Black guitars and plastic blues

Hide behind a wall of nothing

Nothing said and nothing newFour chords that made a million

Four chords that made a million, million, millionYou 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 proseFour chords that made a million

Four chords that made a million, million, million

Four chords that made a million, million, millionAnd then a moron with a cheque book

Will take you out to lunch, who knows?

He will tell you, you're a saviour

And then he'll drop you like a stoneFour chords that made a million

Four chords that made a million, million, million

Four chords that made a million, million, millionAnd I have tried and I have died

Trying to get through

But in the end, I can't defend youFour chords that made a million

Four chords that made a million, million, million

Four chords that made a million, million, million

Four chords that made a million, million, million

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