Copycat

by Black Eyed Peas

They had an accident and they never noticed anyway
A lack of originality couldn't focus on the day
So much for the radio everybody sounds the same
Everybody wears the same clothes now and everybody plays the game
[Chorus]
[Copycat (x3)
Copy copy copy copy yourself
Copycat (x3)
Copy copy copy everyone else][x2]
I've got a great idea I will change things on my own
I see my vision very clear, wouldn't wanna be another clone
So much for the radio, the radio is sad
Sad (x3)
[Chorus]
Copy everyone else (x3)
They had an accident but they never noticed anyway
A lack of originality couldn't focus on the day
So much for the radio everybody sounds the same
Everybody wears the same clothes now, and everybody plays the game
[Chorus]
Copy everyone else (x7)
Come a little bit closer
And hear what I've got to say
Burning words of anger
Of hate and desperation
What if I break the silence?
What if I do forgive the past?
I know it might sound funny
To tell you what I felt
I mean I really loved you
It's a shame - my fault - I know
But why - but why
Why are you so stupid?
But why - but why
Why are you so stupid?
Fuck you and your killing lies
I hate your pissing attitude
Why did you have to go so low
Trueler - Copycat
What if I break the silence?
What if I do forgive the past?
Sucking like a vampire
The blood of all your friends
But sorry, my blood was poisoned
Now burn in hell
You killed the love
You killed the trust
Know die. Sucker. Die!!!
What if I break the silence
What if I do forgive the past?

Copycat

by GLEE

Way down in Memphis, Tennessee
There’s a guy looking just like me
Wearing the same blue suede shoes
Singing the same old blues
Way down in the U.S. of A.
There’s a guy doing things my way
Combing the same greasy hair
Hugging the same teddy bear
He’s a copycat
Trying to steal my soul
But he’s too fat
To rock’n'roll
He’s a copycat
Trying to steal my soul
But he’s too fat
To rock’n'roll
Way down in the deep deep South
There’s a guy with a girly mouth
Eating the same banana sandwich
Dressed in the same kind of kitsch
Way down by the Mississippi river
There’s a guy with a voice that quivers
Driving the same Cadillac car
Chasing the same lucky star
He’s a copycat
Trying to steal my soul
But he’s too fat
To rock’n'roll
He’s a copycat
Trying to steal my soul
But he’s too fat
To rock’n'roll
Way down in America
There’s a guy, rich and arrogant
Dating my fair Priscilla
He makes me want to hire a killer!
Way down in the land of the brave
There’s a guy lying in his grave
Cause nobody duplicating my jive
Will never get away with that alive
He was a copycat
Trying to steal my soul
Now he’s too dead
to rock’n'roll
He was a copycat
Trying to steal my soul
Now he’s too dead to rock’n'roll