The Cranberries - Copycat Lyrics
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Copycat
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What Are The Lyrics For Copycat By The Cranberries?
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 Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy copy copy copy yourself Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy copy copy everyone else Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy copy copy copy yourself Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy copy copy everyone else 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, sad, sad Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy copy copy copy yourself Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy copy copy everyone else Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy copy copy copy yourself Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy copy copy everyone else Copy everyone else Copy everyone else Copy everyone else 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 Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy copy copy copy yourself Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy copy copy everyone else Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy copy copy copy yourself Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy copy copy everyone else Copy everyone else Copy everyone else Copy everyone else Copy everyone else Copy everyone else Copy everyone else Copy everyone else |
Who Wrote Copycat By The Cranberries?
Noel Anthony Hogan, Dolores Mary O'riordan
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What's The Duration Of The Copycat By The Cranberries?The duration of Copycat is 2:53 minutes and seconds. |
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