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    Hey kids! Gather around, I wanna tell you something
    Come on, clap your hands, here we go
    Clap, clap, 1, 2, 3, 4

    Stop being the print and start being the painting
    I'll never look at this as if it's a game again
    Copies of copies, when did distinction become a sin?
    With conformity let's see how far we can walk in someone else's shoes
    Because their success is our success
    To what, to what ending?
    With them you rise, and with them you fall
    Without them you are lost

    How does it feel to be responsible for being pollution?
    (What's that?) how does it feel to be responsible for being pollution?
    Let's make noise pollution
    But you still claim to be original
    I've seen your kind before
    You justify your fakeness by making false claims about your sound and
    Who you are
    Who you are

    To what, to what ending?
    I've seen so many like you before
    That's all you'll be unless you...
    Stop being the print of someone else's painting
    Stop being the print, stop being the print, stop being the print

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    Stop being the print of someone else's painting
    It's time that you forgot about copycats and chasing tails
    Stop being the print of someone else's painting
    Because in the end you'll amount to be a, a kid without a brush
    No one in this generation has any originality
    No one is trying and we're all becoming (with conformity all you will
    Amount to be is)

    Lazy!
    We're all lazy!
    Don't copy instead of create

    To what ending, to what ending now?
    You've abused the system and made this a mess
    And I can't help but be bitter

    Stop being the print of someone else's painting
    It's time that you forgot about copycats and chasing tails
    Stop being the print of someone else's painting
    Because in the end you'll amount to be a, a kid without a brush

    Stop being the print of someone else's painting
    There's no room for copycats and chasing tails
    Oh, no one is being anything in this generation
    Don't be that kid
    Don't be that kid without the brush

    When I was a young boy, my mamma said to me,
    "Son, don't be like the other boys. Just follow your own feet"
    I said, "mamma, don't you be afraid. Don't worry about a thing
    Because when I grow up I'm gonna be an artist and not a cover girl"
    I said, don't be the print of someone else's painting
    Don't be the print of someone else's painting
    Don't be the print of someone else's painting
    Stop being the print, stop being the print, start being the painting

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