They're gonna clean up your looks
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With all the lies in the book
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To make a pill popper out of you
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You gotta sleep with a gun
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And keep an eye on them, son
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You gotta watch all the things you do
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And when the morning arrives
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You got that hope in your eyes
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But they¡¯ve got nothing so keeping you crazed
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There¡¯ the drugs and the rage
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The weirdo friends that they make
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The sex at an early age
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Teenagers scare
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The living shit out of me
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They could care less
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As long as someone'll bleed
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So darken your clothes
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And strike a violent pose
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Maybe they'll leave you alone
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But not me
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What hell I¡¯ve done?
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Am I the reason she¡¯s dumb?
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Did my overspending make her poor?
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In my slutty ways
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Spoke her promiscuous phase
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Am I the reason that she¡¯s a whore?
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I¡¯ll tell you:
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Teenagers scare
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The living shit out of me
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They could care less
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As long as someone'll bleed
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So darken your clothes
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And strike a violent pose
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Maybe they'll leave you alone
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But not me
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I¡¯ll tell you:
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Teenagers scare
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The living shit out of me
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Some rob you will
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Maybe they'll leave you alone
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But not me
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One more time
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Teenagers scare
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The living shit out of me
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They could care less
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As long as someone'll bleed
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So darken your clothes
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And strike a violent pose
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Maybe they'll leave you alone
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But not me
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Teenagers
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| Macy Gray |
