| Christmas trees and families are totally out of date
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| The forty year old teenager puts make up on his face
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| He’s stuck in a loop, he and his troops
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| Smart looking suits, he wants to be juvenile
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| He’s dying his hair gray back to black
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| Painting his bag, he has to be versatile
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| Life is short, yours even shorter
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| But he will bend, try to extend
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| Act like a fully young man
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| He’s getting high on a common place
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| Like when he tries to be teenager for life
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| His mother complains it’s getting late
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| Start losing fate, «where are my grandchildren?»
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| Your girlfriend, each month, McDonald’s for lunch
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| Plays in a band, she sees a point in men
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| Life is short, yours even shorter
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| But he will bend, try to extend
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| Act like a fully young man
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| He’s getting high on a common place
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| Like when he tries to be teenager for life
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| Life is short, yours even shorter
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| But he will bend, try to extend
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| Act like a fully young man
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| He’s getting high on a common place
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| Like when he tries to be teenager for life
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| He just tries to be a teenager
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| For his life, teenager for life
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| Teenager for life |