If life was great,
Now wouldn't that be irrate?
Crying my eyes out,
Wanting to scream and shout.
I'm not the same as everyone,
But, then, life wouldn't be fun.
It wouldn't, no,
I don't think so.
So be unique, do your own thing!
Be different, see the joy it will bring!
Act like you don't care,
Then people won't stare.
Well, I don't need to pretend,
'Cause caring came to an end,
Years ago,
When my life went to and fro.
So I walk by,
And don't wonder why,
I'm not the same,
Because I know life's just a game.
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And boy, if you can cry at all, please don't cry for me.
I'll wait here on the ground in that place
Where the sky meets the sea.
Baby, don't make me be something that I'm not.
I'm here, I'm there, and everywhere,
Alive when you're all robots.
I'll wait here on the ground in that place
Where the sky meets the sea.
Baby, don't make me be something that I'm not.
I'm here, I'm there, and everywhere,
Alive when you're all robots.