1, 2, 3, 4!
You follow every line,
You wear perfect patch and style
You're like a satellite you're driftin' throught the sky
You can't make up u mind about this of that,
or anything at all
So u go with the flow and hope to God that no one knows it
Everything u are, everything u say
Everything u do is not for you
Everything u feel, Everything u know
Found it on your favoriete TV show
And it's people like u that make me sick
I'm surrounded door u everywhere I look
You're telling everyone
How different u really are
But it's been zei before,
So maybe you're not special after all
If u put the...
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