Surprise,
You got a head full of lies.
I'd rather die
Than be living like you.
I'm a teenage disease;
Born, bred in desire.
I've been sold to the sun,
Left out and denied.
I'm a common cold;
You want it,
Come and get it.
Don't you say it's a shame,
Everyone in a rage.
We're gonna throw it away
Just to live it again.
I'm a total waste.
I got no social grace.
You better grow yourself a spine
Or get out of the way.
I'm a common cold;
You want it,
Come and get it.
You want it,
Come and get it.
Surprise,
You got a head full of lies.
I'd rather die
Than be living like you.
I'm a teenage disease;
I'm the son on fire.
I'm gonna make you mine.
I'm your falling child.
You want it,
Come and get it.
You want it,
Come and get it.
I'd rather die
Than be living like you
I'd rather die
Than be living like you
I'd rather die
Than be living like you
I'd rather die
Than be living like you
I'd rather die
Than be living like you
I'd rather die
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