i don’t like your music
i don’t like your style
skip away your cheap tricks
and wash away your smile
when you explain your dresscodes
your politics, your life
and when i read your lips
your own is hard to find
it’s always the same old movie
the same old same old
your taste is recycled
you can’t stand away from the crowd
i don’t like your music
i don’t like your style
skip away your cheap tricks
and wash away your smile
don’t bore me with your credit card
your BMW
don’t try to impress me
you’re fooling only you
it’s always the same old movie
the same old same old
your taste is recycled
you can’t stand away from the crowd
i don’t like your music
i don’t like your style
skip away your cheap tricks
and wash away your smile
hey, mr. businessman
don’t try to be like me
i’ve got my own world
so i won’t copy you
it’s always the same old movie
the same old same old
your taste is recycled
you can’t stand away
you can’t stand away
you can’t stand away from the crowd

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