| You won’t pluck a robot
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| Making diddly-squat
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| This is why I am not a teenager
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| They all talk down to you
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| Like they know what to do
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| Are they trying to screw up your life?
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| Since they already blew their own
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| But when I grow up
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| I’m going to run
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| My own planetarium
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| I’ll make the shows
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| All on my own
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| The world will flock to see 'em
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| All that money they got
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| They don’t give you a shot
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| This is why I am not a teenager
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| When you never get paid
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| And you never get laid
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| And you’re full of these stupid hormones
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| And just then they come out with AIDS
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| But when I grow up
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| I’m going to be
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| An underground film maker
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| I’ll have my own
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| Backlot somewhere
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| On my own half an acre
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| So they piss on your dreams
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| Then they muzzle your screams
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| This is why I am not a teenager
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| Making ice cream on drugs
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| Shoveling horse products
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| Washing dishes and making popcorn
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| Toilets, oh the indignity!
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| Piss on your dreams
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| Muzzle your screams
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| Why I am not a teenager
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| Piss on your dreams
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| Muzzle your screams
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| Piss on your dreams
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| Muzzle your screams
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| Why I am not a teenager
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| Piss on your dreams
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| Muzzle your screams |