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A fashion a trend that's what it meant to you. |
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The ideals the thought they never got to you. |
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Search for acceptance, to fit the crowd. |
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To think for yourself is not allowed. |
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Take the easy way, to be accepted. |
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I'll rather be myself and be rejected. |
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I won't sell out to your stupid trends, |
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true to myself until the end. |
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Fashion manners, there not for me, |
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as you are now I'll never be. |
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Mainstream going, changing face, |
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if I'm not like you am I outta place? |
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I know my convictions and where I stand, |
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I guess I got the upperhand. |
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A phony, a sellout that's what you are, |
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claim it's hardcore, no it's not by far. |
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What's wrong with thinking for oneself |
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instead of trying to fit in like everybody else? |
