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Hey kids! Gather around, I wanna tell you somethingCome on, clap your hands, here we goClap, clap, 1, 2, 3, 4Stop being the print and start being the paintingI'll never look at this as if it's a game againCopies of copies, when did distinction become a sin?With conformity let's see how far we can walk in someone else's shoesBecause their success is our successTo what, to what ending?With them you rise, and with them you fallWithout them you are lostHow 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 pollutionBut you still claim to be originalI've seen your kind beforeYou justify your fakeness by making false claims about your sound andwho you areWho you areTo what, to what ending?I've seen so many like you beforeThat's all you'll be unless you...Stop being the print of someone else's paintingLetras de cancionesStop being the print, stop being the print, stop being the printStop being the print of someone else's paintingIt's time that you forgot about copycats and chasing tailsStop being the print of someone else's paintingBecause in the end you'll amount to be a, a kid without a brushNo one in this generation has any originalityNo one is trying and we're all becoming (with conformity all you willamount to be is)Lazy!We're all lazy!Don't copy instead of createTo what ending, to what ending now?You've abused the system and made this a messAnd I can't help but be bitterStop being the print of someone else's paintingIt's time that you forgot about copycats and chasing tailsStop being the print of someone else's paintingBecause in the end you'll amount to be a, a kid without a brushStop being the print of someone else's paintingThere's no room for copycats and chasing tailsOh, no one is being anything in this generationDon't be that kidDon't be that kid without the brushWhen 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 thingBecause 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 paintingDon't be the print of someone else's paintingDon't be the print of someone else's paintingStop being the print, stop being the print, start being the painting. From Letras Mania