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Muzyka pop - ogólnie muzyka popularna - termin ten jest jednak wieloznaczny. W najszerszym sensie muzyka pop jest po prostu ka¿dym rodzajem muzyki rozrywkowej, niezale¿nie od jej charakteru. W wê¿szym zakresie popem nazywa siê bardziej "miêkki" i nastawiony na masowego odbiorcê od³am muzyki rockowej, charakteryzuj¹cy siê prostot¹, melodyjnoœci¹ i szerszym ni¿ w klasycznej muzyce rockowej u¿yciem syntezatorów i studyjnych technik nagraniowych. Czêsto style popowe s¹ "³agodniejszymi" odmianami pierwotnych stylów wyros³ych z ró¿nych odmian muzyki rozrywkowej (nie tylko rockowej), lub kombinacjami tych odmian tak zestawianymi, aby usun¹æ brzmienia nie tolerowane w danym momencie przez wiêkszoœæ potencjalnych s³uchaczy, oraz aby zachowaæ brzmienia, które s¹ aktualnie modne.

I can see, I'm, not free.
I, believe, in no one, but me.
All eyes, on me.
Pointing, at me.
Falling, you see.
Your words, deceive.

Chorus:
And I say what I want to say,
Doesn't matter what you think,
Cause is still live this way.
And then you come into my life,
Stick me in the back with your knife.
And now as I look at you,
All these things that you would put me through.
I won't let you look away.
Won't you fucking watch me bleed?

I, can see. I'm, not free.
I, believe in no one but me.

Why dont you take a look at your life for awhile,
And you see yourself, you're just like a child.
Preach about the things you've never seen,
Ignoring all the things that you're supposed to see.
While you watch your watch as time wastes away,
And you feel the need to feed on others pain.
Brag about the things but you fucking tried,
Brag about the things but you fucking lied.

You're a slave!
You're just a slave! (x3)
You're just a, You're just a,
Slave!
You're just a slave! (x2)
Slave.

Now you take a look at your life once again,
And you see the fuckers supposed to be your friends.
Brag about the things but you fucking tried,
Now you brag about the things but you fucking lied.
Now you sell your soul,
You sell your life away kid.
You sign your name.
And you even sell your pain.
Brag about the things but you fucking tried,
You brag about the things but you fucking lied.

Chorus.

I say what I want,
Doesn't matter what you think, what you got.
And all, that you do to me,
All these things that I could never see.
And now as I walk away,
All these things that I could never say.
I wont let you look away.

Wont you fucking watch me bleed?
You're a slave!
Weak inside, you're a slave.
Feeding your mind, you're a slave.
Selling your pain, you're a slave.
Signing your name, you're a slave.
Open your doors, you're a slave.
Weak inside, you're a slave
Feeding you're mind, you're a slave.

Chorus.

You're a slave.
You're just a, you're just a slave. (x3)
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