| surprise, surprise
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| the boys are home
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| my gaurdian angel
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| run down my telephone
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| the heats on, mister
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| can’t you hear them scream,
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| what ever happened to the teenage dream?
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| the curfew comesat the crack of night
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| the sad old wino
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| aches to dissapate the fright
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| the jet jump jiver
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| speeds past his machine, but
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| what ever happened to the teenage dream?
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| a broken god
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| from a musky world
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| sweetly mouth touched
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| him on its spur
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| his prison guards
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| were very hard to clean, but
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| what ever happened to the teenage dream?
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| do it, do it, do it to me babe
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| do it to me babe, aha!
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| what ever happened to the teenage dream?
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| the wizard of oz,
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| and the bums and theives
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| ruled my girl
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| with tuetonic teeth
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| but all was lost
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| when her mouth turned green
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| what ever happened to the teenage dream?
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| silver surfer
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| and the ragged kid
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| are all sad and rusted
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| ah, they don’t have a gift
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| believe me Pope Paul, my toes are clean
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| what ever happened to the teenage dream?
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| black is black
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| and white is white
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| some go to heaven
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| and some get it night
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| the bomb was a brute
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| but his winged screams…
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| what ever happened to the teenage dream?
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| yea … aaaaaaaah
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| (song ends, turns to justpiano and Marc on guitar)
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| …I'm talking teen agey woman,
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| I’m talking to you
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| (editor note: to band)
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| play them blues to me boy
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| ride it off |