| Johnny cut his hair, now he looks like a punk
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| With buttons pinned all over his clothes
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| He got all the albums by the B-52
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| Sometimes he’s a one man show
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| Went to New York City to join the crowd
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| Identity was what he need
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| The trouble was that everybody looked the same
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| Purpose was a total defeat, yeah
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| When there’s nothing new, we look for the old
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| And everybody catches on, yeah
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| All we want to be is part of the crowd
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| Whether it’s right or wrong, yeah oh
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| What’s the use of being yourself
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| When it seems that no one cares
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| 'Cause if you’re a clone of someone else
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| There is nothing left to compare, yeah
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| When there’s nothing new, we look for the old
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| And everybody catches on, yeah
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| All we want to be is part of the crowd
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| Whether it’s right or wrong, yeah oh |