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"Teenage Cremation"

Hey, my unborn friend.
Do you like your Mom?
Do you like your Dad?
Hey, can we be friends?
We could be both go out, or we could both stay in.

I'm no good for you.

Put me out.
The last one in the pack is slow burning out.
They all carry the tune.
Why?
Cool kids complain about life.
I just wanna tell them "Fuck You".
Put me out.
The last one in the pack, I'm slow burning out.
They all carry the tune.
Why?
Cool kids complain about life.
The handshake is dead.

Hey, my dear old friend.
Do you know your Mom?
Do you know your Dad?
Hey, are we still friends?
We could both grow old, or we would both stay dead.

I'm no good for you.
I'm no good.

Put me out.
The last one in the pack is slow burning out.
They all carry the tune.
Why?
Cool kids complain about life.
I just wanna tell them "Fuck You".
Put me out.
The last one in the pack, I'm slow burning out.
They all carry the tune.
Why?
Cool kids complain about life.
The handshake is dead.

We could both grow old, or we would both stay dead.

Put me out.
The last one in the pack is slow burning out.
They all carry the tune.
Why?
Cool kids complain about life.
I just wanna tell them "Fuck You".
Put me out.
The last one in the pack, I'm slow burning out.
They all carry the tune.
Why?
Cool kids complain about life.
The handshake is dead.

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