I begin by saying
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You were right
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When you suggested
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I was looking for some feeling
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That wasn't to be found
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Except for in the pages
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And poetry of ages
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All that teenage fury
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I hope you wrote that down
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I admit that
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At the start it shook me
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I confess, it took me
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Several months of fury
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To burn that city down
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But now that I am older
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My blood seems to run colder
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And I don't get that feeling
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When you are around
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In it's stead, I have steady hands
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And in it's place, I am making plans
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And in the space where I used to spit and scream
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There is measurement of temperament
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I cultivate my teenage dreams
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So again, into the fray
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Again, go see you play
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Again, just drum and bass
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Again, your perfect face
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But I don't care about the future
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And all I can say to you
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Is I don't want to hurt you
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And I don't think that you do
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Want for me to search you
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For your teenage fury
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Now that we are grown
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So it stands, a monument
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Still there
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The same thing, self aware
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Just shadows in the dark
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My favourite work of art
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I think it's finished
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Shall we hang it in the gallery?
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All that teenage fury
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Of my very own
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Of my very own
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Of my very own
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Of my very own
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Teenage Fury
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