i want to be like you
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in a jam band where the lights crown me and i'm a superstar
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i want to see like you
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over me and over them
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i want to cry like you
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out my trivial and shallow opinion
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on the state of things
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i want to try like you
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on a soapbox in front of them
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and I can't claim to have a reason
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unless it's lost somewhere down deep
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could be i don't get enough attention
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if time and talk were cheap
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i'd want to be like you
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what if I chose to walk like you?
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carrying around my designer personality
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and biting my nails
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if i could dance like you
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i'd be a millionaire
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i don't think this me would like you
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but, damn just knowing that you are loving
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every single blink byÉ it makes me smile for you
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is anybody in there?
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and i can't claim to have a reason
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unless it's lost somewhere down deep
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could be i don't get enough attention
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if time and talk were cheap
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i'd want to be like you
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and i can't claim to have a reason
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unless it's lost somewhere down deep
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could be i don't get enough attention
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if time and talk were cheap
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i'd want to be like you
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Like You
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| King Konga |
