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Instrumental
There's a lot of things you want but nothing that you need.
Money don’t make the world go 'round, it's good old fashioned greed.
Designer labels on your shirts, watch out they're not all fakes.
Those trainers set you back a bomb cost pennies to make.
So, you're not a slave to fashion. Well, let's put it to the test.
How can you be an individual dressed like all the rest?
When the gurus say “This is the trend”, it's in the magazines.
Don't get left out in the cold, this season's blue is green.
So find yourself a taxi, get down to Harvey Nic's,
Step over all the homeless, “These people make me sick.”
No, you can't afford compassion, it's not what you do best:
A selfish individual, and just like all the rest.
Take a good hard look at yourself, and your little fantasy.
Haute couture and heroin chic like the dummies on your TV...
Is that what you want to be?
Those in the know, their hangers-on, and all the connoisseurs
Are telling you to get on board - the next big thing is fur.
No, you're not a slave to fashion, not in any way obsessed.
You're a lonely individual, but you always look your best.
No, you're not a slave to fashion, and nobody's impressed.
How can you be an individual dressed like all the rest?
No, you're not a slave to fashion. Well, let's put it to the test.
How can you be an individual dressed like all the rest?
I take a walk on the downside while I consider my dues.
I’m no stranger to dark ways, it’s all in the news.
I’m still hungry for life my friend: I stop and smell the rose.
While the powers decide our fate: a quarrelling of crows.
Blinded by the light when I am praying to see a sign.
Take the road less travelled they said, forget the reason and rhyme.
Oh, the memories of all my mistakes never leave me alone.
‘Wish I could throw down my heavy load and turn for home.
These days I’m running out of steam. My life is nothing but a dream.
Searching through the ashes of my burnt-out dreams,
The diamond that I found made me start, or so it seemed.
Bright and hopeful its light, a shining shard.
Is it my reward at last? The treasure of your heart.
Today I try to live the dream. My life is much more than it seems.
Searching through the ashes of my burnt-out dreams,
The diamond that I found made me start, or so it seemed.
Bright and hopeful its light, a shining shard.
This is my reward at last? The treasure of your heart.
The treasure of your heart.
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