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Something tells me I need to live in the city Something tells me I used to live on a farm Something tells me my bathtub's in the kitchen Something tells me I've tattoos on my arms Something tells me I used to be religious Something tells me that this will carry on and on... Don't let me near your mirror Please don't be my model I'm following a generational pattern Don't let me near your mirror Please don't be my model I'm following... Something tells him he needs to live in the suburbs Something tells him he came here from an island Something tells him he needs to change his name Something tells him he should play the corporate game Something tells him he used to have no money Something tells him that this will carry on and on... Don't let him near your mirror Don't let him be my model I'm following a generational pattern Don't let me near your mirror Please don't be my model SongtexteI'm following a generational pattern Things tend to go in cycles Things tend to go in cycles Things tend to go in cylces Things tend to go in cylces We're on a loop... You know what I'm doing, man I'm following a generational pattern... Don't let him near your mirror Don't let him be my model I'm following a generational pattern Don't let me near your mirror Please don't be my model I'm following a generational pattern Aus Songtexte Mania