Machine (I'd Rather)

You think you've got my number figured out
A motive born in drought
And brevity
And if i'm not the soul of your design
I blatantly decline
Your remedy

Don't box me in
Don't or I'll leave

I'd rather be a dreamer
I'd rather be free
I'd rather be a leader
I'd rather be a Queen
I'd rather be a singer in a trashy cover band
I'd rather be a closer
I'd rather be clean
I'd rather be a poser in a magazine
I'd rather be pretty much anything else
Than your machine

I wasn't always just a single shade
A palette full of grey
In reverie
I can burn it brighter than the sun
I have a golden gun
inside of me

Don't box me in
Don't or I'll leave

I'd rather be a dreamer
I'd rather be free
I'd rather be a leader
I'd rather be a Queen
I'd rather be a singer in a trashy cover band
I'd rather be a closer
I'd rather be clean
I'd rather be a poser in a magazine
I'd rather be pretty much anything else

And if I fall behind
Ignoring all the signs
And if I lose the fight
I'll still rage against the night

Don't box me in
Don't box me in

I'd rather be a dreamer
I'd rather be free
I'd rather be a leader
I'd rather be a Queen
I'd rather be a singer in a trashy cover band
I'd rather be a closer
I'd rather be clean
I'd rather be a poser in a magazine
I'd rather be pretty much anything else
Than your machine



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Writer(s): Ryan King
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