Don't Wanna Be Like You
In the late 1990s / early 2000s, Larry's brother Charles Norman formed the band Softcore, who later changed their name to Guards Of Metropolis. The final three songs on Larry's Collaborator album are Softcore demos with Larry replacing Kristin's vocals (and altering some of the lyrics)
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Version 1 is a full studio recording
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lyrics version 1
You're so creative
You should be kissed
Congratulations now you've made the critics list
You're selling tickets
Pretending that it's rough
To be an artist, hoping no one calls your bluff
Don't wanna be like you
Don't wanna be like you
Who's your designer
You look absurd
Sing like a dilettante, don't understand a word
So controversial
I've heard your songs
You spout philosophy but don't know left from wrong
Don't wanna be like you (Don't wanna be like you)
Don't wanna be like you (Don't wanna be like, don't wanna be like you)
Don't wanna be like you (Don't wanna be like you)
Don't wanna be like you (Don't wanna be like, don't wanna be like you)
Trapped in the spotlight
It tears you apart
Poor little rich kid
You're breaking my heart
You're so enlightened
But you don't care
From every magazine your dead eyes blankly stare
The student journalists
All glorify your name
You think you're hot, no you're not, you're chasing after fame
Don't wanna be like you (Don't wanna be like you)
Don't wanna be like you (Don't wanna be like, don't wanna be like you)
You should be kissed
Congratulations now you've made the critics list
You're selling tickets
Pretending that it's rough
To be an artist, hoping no one calls your bluff
Don't wanna be like you
Don't wanna be like you
Who's your designer
You look absurd
Sing like a dilettante, don't understand a word
So controversial
I've heard your songs
You spout philosophy but don't know left from wrong
Don't wanna be like you (Don't wanna be like you)
Don't wanna be like you (Don't wanna be like, don't wanna be like you)
Don't wanna be like you (Don't wanna be like you)
Don't wanna be like you (Don't wanna be like, don't wanna be like you)
Trapped in the spotlight
It tears you apart
Poor little rich kid
You're breaking my heart
You're so enlightened
But you don't care
From every magazine your dead eyes blankly stare
The student journalists
All glorify your name
You think you're hot, no you're not, you're chasing after fame
Don't wanna be like you (Don't wanna be like you)
Don't wanna be like you (Don't wanna be like, don't wanna be like you)