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 you mind about this or that,
or anything at all
So you go with the flow and hope to God that no one knows it
Everything you are, everything you say
Everything you do is not for you
Everything you feel, Everything you know
Found it on your favorite TV show
And it's people like you that make me sick
I'm surrounded by you everywhere I look
You're telling everyone
How different you really are
But it's been said before,
So maybe you're not special after all
If you put the...
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