Verse 1

Do you see those girls

They think they rule their own world

Trying so hard to be different

But different is what they lack

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They come out from every corner

Each thinks she’s such a foreigner

Then they see each other

And they cry mascara tears

They are facing their fears

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By trying to break a mold

You place yourself in your own

By daring to defy expectations

You are not creating your own creation

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Verse 2

Do you see those chicks

They got the power punk whole mix

But under those dyed black heads

The blond roots will come back

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Verse 3

Do you see those teens

They seem so individual, so free

But they’re just falling in with the trends

They were just told the new pink is black

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Hook:

Different is what they lack

Those blond roots always come back

Pink will never be equated with black

Punk will never be equated with that

Going back to black never was this cool

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For someone trying to be so uncool

For someone aiming to be so not normal

For someone striving for such nonconformism

You fall back into a mold

You have become part of a trend

You are a member of a crowd again