Coordinates: 41°41′20″N 70°17′49″W / 41.68889°N 70.29694°W / 41.68889; -70.29694
Coordinates: 41°10′20″N 70°17′49″W / 41.17222°N 70.29694°W / 41.17222; -70.29694
Cape Cod, often referred to locally as simply the Cape, is a cape in the easternmost portion of the state of Massachusetts, in the Northeastern United States. Today it is co-extensive with Barnstable County, and is defined by the towns along the Cape Cod Canal, and those to the east on the peninsula all the way to Provincetown. Several small islands right off Cape Cod, including Monomoy Island, Monomoscoy Island, Popponesset Island, and Seconsett Island, are also in Barnstable County, being part of municipalities with land on the Cape. Historically, however (pre-canal construction and separation from the mainland), "Cape Cod" referred to Marshfield and towns to the south, and west to Wareham[citation needed], where one will notice the same characteristic Cape landscape and flora indigenous to Cape Cod. The Cape's historic and maritime character and ample beaches attract heavy tourism during the summer months.
Meredith Louise Vieira (born December 30, 1953) is an American journalist, television personality, and game show host. She is best known for her roles as the original moderator of the ABC talk program The View and co-host of the long-running NBC News morning news program, Today. She currently contributes to Dateline NBC and Rock Center with Brian Williams, and hosts the syndicated version of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, having replaced Regis Philbin in 2002. She also presented Intimate Portrait, a series on Lifetime.
Meredith Vieira was born in East Providence, Rhode Island, to Mary Louisa Elsie Rosa Silveira Vieira (née Costa) (October 28, 1904 – November 5, 2004) and Dr. Edwin Vieira (May 15, 1904 – February 1987), both first-generation Portuguese Americans. She is the youngest of four children, with three older brothers. All four of Vieira’s grandparents came from the Azores — three from Faial Island, one of the nine islands in the archipelago. They all left for a better life in New England in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, settling around Providence, Rhode Island. Vieira was reared in the Catholic faith, but has stated in recent interviews that she has "spirituality, not a religion."
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
Come a little bit closer
And hear what I've got to say
Burning words of anger
Of hate and desperation
What if I break the silence?
What if I do forgive the past?
I know it might sound funny
To tell you what I felt
I mean I really loved you
It's a shame - my fault - I know
But why - but why
Why are you so stupid?
But why - but why
Why are you so stupid?
Fuck you and your killing lies
I hate your pissing attitude
Why did you have to go so low
Trueler - Copycat
What if I break the silence?
What if I do forgive the past?
Sucking like a vampire
The blood of all your friends
But sorry, my blood was poisoned
Now burn in hell
You killed the love
You killed the trust
What if I break the silence
Pioneer is Pioneer, it's a way of life
special way of mind border-lining crime
Pioneer is first and gives the most
ain't no need for further props.
Pioneer gets down in the motherfuckin' mud
makes a goldmine out of dump
but you know who gets even bigger cut?
Copy-copy-copy-copy-copycat!
Copy-copy-copy-copy-copycat!
Digging like an ostrich in the motherfucking mud
Just the please the Copycat!
Now Copycat is Copycat and as we learn
it's whole discipline of its own:
same walk, same talk, but just no heart
that's trade mark of the Copycat.
These days Copycat always gets paid
we call America for Amerigo Vispucci
but Columbus gets all the Kuchi-Kuchi
COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER
AND HEAR WHAT IVE GOT TO SAY
BURNING WORDS OF ANGER
OF HATE AND DESPERATION
WHAT IF I BREAK THE SILENCE
WHAT IF I FORGIVE THE PAST ?
I KNOW IT MIGHT SOUND FUNNY
TO TELL YOU WHAT I FELT
I MEAN I REALLY LOVED YOU
ITS A SHAME - MY FAULT - I KNOW
BUT WHY - BUT WHY
WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID ?
BUT WHY - BUT WHY
WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID ?
FUCK YOU AND YOUR KILLING LIES
I HATE YOUR PISSING ATTITUDE
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO SO LOW
TRUELER - COPYCAT
WHAT IF I BREAK THE SILENCE
WHAT IF I FORGIVE THE PAST ?
SUCKING LIKE A VAMPIRE
THE BLOOD OF ALL YOUR FRIENDS
BUT SORRY, MY BLOOD WAS POISONED
NOW BURN IN HELL
YOU KILLED THE LOVE
YOU KILLED THE TRUST
WHAT IF I BREAK THE SILENCE
WHAT IF I FORGIVE THE PAST ?
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
(Estribillo)
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 want to be another clone
So much for the radio, the radio is sad
Sad, sad, sad
Estribillo
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
Estribillo
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
Do you want to be me,
Do you want to be just like me
(copycat, copycat)
(C-C-Copycat, copycat)
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
(copycat, copycat)
(C-C-Copycat, copycat)
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
Do you want to be me,
Do you want to be just like me
Do ya do ya want to be me
Do ya want to want to be me, ya
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
C-C-Copycat, copycat
Do you want to be me,
Do you want to be just like me
Do ya do ya want to be me
I'm as big as they come when I'm over the phone. I'm as
clean as they come when I'm fixing my zone, on my own.
Clock my clone, lock my home, cool it. I don't pretend to be
gentle because I fool it. I tackle the Jekyll on his mission to
crack and I be squeezing his throat and I'm beating him
back. We gotta go for attack before he gets far, blow up
the death star and kill the copycat. Now to the next episode
when we are back on the road and we are racing time and
we are cracking the code. It ain't the new player's mode
that makes it worth while. The style we walk the extra mile.
2500 years reclaiming what they had, don't blame the
copycat. 70 years reminiscing what they said, don't blame
the copycat 2500 years reclaiming what they had, don't
blame the copycat. 70 years reminiscing what they
said,don't blame the copycat
I broke the fall and covered you all, so what's that. I make
the call for bouncing the ball, you got that. Mr. Jekyll or
Hyde well I gotta decide which one. I'll get you screaming
like a bitch in case you want some. I'm seconds behind,
behind my own pair of mind you see I gotta catch up if I
wanna be found in me. Holding my brain that looks like
going insane I feel like Dorian Grey and I'm out of the
frame.
Make a false move bitch I make you fall like Niagara Falls,
big and hairy balls, hear my calls, break the dolls. Mr. Hyde
breaking out from my fucked up mentality read the news
tomorrow another lyrical fatality. Lurking in the shadows I
wait for my pray to come. Striking from the darkness I invite
you all to get some. Tall dark and handsome I hold your
kids for ransom. Psycho motherfucker I'll be famous like
the Hansons.
London after dark feel me breathing down your neck,
sending chills down your spine hear my microphone check
one time two time three times. Here it comes. Your life is
Way down in Memphis, Tennessee
There's a guy looking just like me
Wearing the same blue suede shoes
Singing the same old blues
Way down in the U.S. of A.
There's a guy doing things my way
Combing the same greasy hair
Hugging the same teddy bear
He's a copycat
Trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat
To rock'n'roll
He's a copycat
Trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat
To rock'n'roll
Way down in the deep deep South
There's a guy with a girly mouth
Eating the same banana sandwich
Dressed in the same kind of kitsch
Way down by the Mississippi river
There's a guy with a voice that quivers
Driving the same Cadillac car
Chasing the same lucky star
He's a copycat
Trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat
To rock'n'roll
He's a copycat
Trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat
To rock'n'roll
Way down in America
There's a guy, rich and arrogant
Dating my fair Priscilla
He makes me want to hire a killer!
Way down in the land of the brave
There's a guy lying in his grave
Cause nobody duplicating my jive
Will never get away with that alive
He was a copycat
Trying to steal my soul
Now he's too dead
to rock'n'roll
He was a copycat
Trying to steal my soul
Well I was once like you
I wanted to
Be just like you
All the things I'd do
Followed you
The things I said
The things I'd do
Dont do it again
And I wont hear
And I wont see
What you say
Say to me
I want respect
Say nothing left
I hold my own
I hold my
Wanted to be just like you
My style my hair
Just like you
But I know now
To be a man
Must be myself
From where I stand
And I wont see
And I wont hear
What you say
Say to me
I want respect
Won't take the thing around
I want respect
I want respect
You know when I was a kid
Belonging felt real good
But having respect
Catch the thief
Bring him home so he won't ever
Break in
Give your hands
To an enemy, smile and ask how
They've been
Initiate, and then you'll imitate
Your sewing machine, it won't slow
[?] you know the rats do swoon
The sweet melodies they follow, follow
Copycat, chameleon
Mosquito bite, mosquito bite
Copycat, chameleon
Mosquito bite, mosquito bite
You think that you were first in line today
An innovator with nothing new to say
You think you are the one who started that,
But you're nothing more than a
Copycat
Copycat
Copycat, a media machine
But where's your crown, Plain Jane
You play a sorry queen
You get your voice from a star magazine,
You're running late
Initiate, and then you'll imitate
Your sewing machine, it won't slow
[?] you know the rats do swoon
The sweet melodies they follow, follow
Copycat, chameleon
Mosquito bite, mosquito bite
Copycat, chameleon
Mosquito bite, mosquito bite
she is flying
soaring through the air up there
my butterfly
in the sky she loves to fly from way up high
my butterfly
floating in the sky
is her state of mind
she is flying
soaring through the air up there