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And I say What do I care what you think anyway? If I had my way of doing things It'd be me and my guitar. Me and my lonely weak voice Me and and my guitar. Just these same chords It would not matter if I sounded the same It would not matter if I repeated myself And it would not matter if I had no positive ideals And it would not matter to you. And what I did Or what I said And the words that I sang. Would be my own. Would be original Would mean something all alone Wouldn't be twisted. But I don't Have my way. Aus Songtexte Mania