| When I grew up, well it felt great
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| I watched how others took their fate
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| Some felt afraid and undefended, so they got mean
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| And they pretended what they knew made them belong more than you
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| I’m sure you know there’s lots to learn
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| But that’s not your fault, that’s just your turn, yeah, yeah
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| Teenagers, kick our butts, tell us what the future will bring
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| Teenagers look at us, we have not solved everything
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| We drink and smoke to numb our pain
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| We read junk novels on the plane
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| We use authority for show so we can be a little smarter
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| We still can grow, and many do
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| It’s when we stop we can’t reach you
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| We feel the loss, you feel the blame
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| We’re scared to lose, don’t be the same, hey hey
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| Teenagers, kick our butts, tell us what the future will bring
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| Teenagers, look at us, we have not solved everything
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| The hometown brought its hero in
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| To speak at the high school gym
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| He took a breath, he took a chance
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| He strode up in his leather pants
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| And said, «Gee, thanks… but
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| I’m here today because I fought for what I felt and what I thought
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| They put me down they, were just wrong
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| And now it’s they who don’t belong, oh, oh
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| Teenagers, kick our butts, tell us what the future will bring
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| Teenagers look at us, we have not solved everything
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| And when the media tries to act your age
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| Don’t be seduced, they’re full of rage
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| Find your voice, do what it takes
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| Make sure you make lots of mistakes
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| And find the future that redeems
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| Give us hell, give us dreams
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| And grow and grow and grow
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| And someday when some teenagers come to kick your butts
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| Well then like I do try to
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| Love
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| Kick our butts
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| Love
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| Kick our butts
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| Oh I love
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| Kick our butts |