| There’s nothing I hate more, than all these plastic people
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| With all their plastic promises, and all their plastic deals
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| They just can’t be themselves, and live their own lives out
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| They’re just an imitation of what life’s all about
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| «Because of me you are who you are
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| So sign your name, and you’ll go far
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| I’m your friend, I think you should
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| So sign your name, it’s for your own good»
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| How many times have you heard this today?
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| Some bogus piss-on saying «Let's do lunch babe»
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| For them this bullshit, it’s their whole life
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| Cut through their bullshit with a knife
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| Imitation of life
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| Ooh, ooh, oh
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| Anger burns
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| Whatever happened to the guy I knew
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| A media creation, a monster grew
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| Our story had an unhappy end
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| But this could change, I still call him friend
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| «Take my advice, listen to me
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| A great opportunity, can’t you see
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| I only want what’s best for you
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| The deal of a lifetime, what more can I do»
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| How many times have you heard this today?
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| Some stupid sucker says «It's great, we luv ya babe»
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| For them this bullshit, it’s their whole life
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| Cut through their bullshit with a knife
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| Imitation of life
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| Ooh, ooh, oh
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| Anger burns
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| Bands dress like women, with hairspray and lace
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| I’d pass an image law, stick it in their face
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| Let’s see how long they keep dressing this way
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| Wearing this image twenty four hours a day…
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| Did you ever think for yourself
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| Just once, did you ever think
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| That’s all I want to know
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| Imitation of life, Living out a lie
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| You’ll never be right, imitation of life
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| Why are you here?
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| You’re taking up my space
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| The new imperfect race, imitation of life
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| Ooh, ooh, oh
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| Anger burns
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| Whatever happened to the guy I knew
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| A media creation, a monster grew
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| Our story had an unhappy end
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| But this could change, I still call him friend
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| There’s nothing I hate more, than all these plastic people
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| With all their plastic promises, and all their plastic deals
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| They just can’t be themselves, and live their own lives out
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| They’re just an imitation of what life’s all about |