| Hey kids! |
| Gather around, I want to tell you something
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| Yeah, 1, 2, 1 2 3 4
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| Stop being the print and start being the painting
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| I’ll never look at this as if it’s a game again
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| Copies of copies, when did distinction become a sin?
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| With conformity let’s see how far we can walk in someone else’s shoes
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| Because their success is our success
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| To what, to what ending?
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| With them you rise, and with them you fall
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| Without them you are lost
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| How does it feel to be responsible for being pollution?
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| I said
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| Ow does it feel to be responsible for being pollution?
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| But you still claim to be original
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| I’ve seen your kind before
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| You justify your fakeness by making false claims about your sound and who you
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| are
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| To what ending?
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| I’ve seen so many like you before
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| That’s all you’ll be unless you
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| Stop being the print of someone else’s painting
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| Stop being the print, stop being the print, stop being the print
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| Stop being the print of someone else’s painting
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| It’s time that you forgot about copycats and chasing tails Stop being the print
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| of someone else’s painting
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| Because in the end you’ll amount to be a kid without a brush
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| No one in this generation has any originality
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| No one is trying and we’re all becoming (WIth conformity all you will amount to
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| be is)
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| Lazy
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| We’re all lazy
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| Don’t copy instead of create
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| To what ending
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| To what ending now?
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| You’ve abused the system and made this a mess, and I can’t help but be bitter
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| Stop being the print of someone else’s painting
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| It’s time that you forgot about copycats and chasing tails
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| Stop being the print of someone else’s painting
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| Because in the end you’ll amount to be a kid without a brush
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| Stop being the print of someone else’s painting
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| There’s no room for copycats and chasing tails
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| No one is being anything in this generation
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| Don’t be that kid without the brush
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| When I was a young boy, my mamma said to me
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| «Son, don’t be like the other boys. |
| Just follow your own feet.»
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| I said, «Mamma, don’t you be afraid. |
| Don’t worry about a thing, because when I
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| grow up I’m going to be an artist and not a cover girl.»
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| Don’t be the print of someone else’s painting
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| Stop being the print
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| Start being the painting |