Stereotypes

I was born in a town

With no dreamers around

In a house, on a road

Full of fakers

Full of old-money neighbors

 

I went to a school

With a handful of fools

In a class, made of glass

Full of danger

We were big troublemakers

 

Maybe I cannot decide

What is wrong or what is right

I can't cope with all your stereotypes

 

Take a look at your sister

Settle down with a mister

In a house, on a road

Oh i'll miss her

Hope i'll always be with her

 

I lived in a bubble

In and out of trouble

From the ritz to the rubble

On a bender

With the old-money neighbours

 

Maybe i'm spinning around

I don't know if up or down

In a cage i know

I won't get out

 

Maybe I cannot decide

What is wrong or what is right

I cant cope with all your stereotypes

 

I live in a bubble

I live in a bubble

I live in a bubble

I live in a bubble

I live in a bubble

I live in a bubble

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I live in a bubble

I live in a bubble

I live in a bubble

I live in a bubble

I live in a bubble