| Everytime I breath I think of Everytime I sleep I Fashion dies with no respect
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| I never want to be like you
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| My poison colours never clash
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| With my shiny, shiny shoes
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| oh!
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| Who will buy my old chanels,
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| Who will buy my fake furs,
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| I can’t live without my slacks.
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| On the catwalk it’s a gas
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| oh!
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| Your bright colours they cloud my vision,
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| Designer shirts they call this fashion,
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| Insane robots parade in tandem.
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| Don’t make me sick, let me see you.
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| Paris green, paris green
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| Smile and say will you buy this,
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| It’s a world exclusive.
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| To me the colours are the same
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| And it’s driving me insane.
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| Oh!
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| Who will buy my old chanels,
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| Who will buy my fake furs,
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| I can’t live without my slacks.
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| On the catwalk it’s a gas.
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| Oh!
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| You’re bright colours they cloud my vision,
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| Designer shirts they call this fashion,
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| Insane robots parade in tandem.
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| Don’t make me sick, let me see you
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| Paris green, Paris green,
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| Paris green, Paris green |