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american top 40
glance at thier carbon copies,content with monotony,
thanking whomever that I am,exactly what they will never be; dress me in the finest clothing,desinger names and I, will be a carbon copy,of the cheapest fibers that bind: them all together,making them one in the same, yet I am so clever,not being labelled or named. Yet I fall underneath the same category,that sets us apart, indviduality,is expensive...yet sparse. So be yourself sparingly,nod your heads to weak tunes, dance the same dances,that are cutting edge...yet so groomed. A pound for flesh,a million for something new, sell us yourselves, fresh and new...passe and pruned. |