| Each night I ask, the stars up above
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| Why must I be a teenager in love?
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| Why must I be a teenager in love?
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| Put me in your milling machine
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| I never thought you could act so mean
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| Now I’m wondering what to do
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| To see if you could love me too
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| Each night I ask, the stars up above
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| Why must I be a teenager in love?
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| Why must I be a teenager in love?
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| Each night I ask the stars up above
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| Why must I be a teenager in love?
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| Why must I be a teenager in love?
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| Though my knees are getting weak
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| And my brain is getting flatter something is near
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| To tell me it’s been badder
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| I don’t know just what to do
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| To see if you could love me too
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| Each night I ask the stars up above
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| Why must I be a teenager in love?
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| Why must I be a teenager in love? |