| What will you do on the weekends
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| When your best friends
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| Become your dead friends?
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| From all the sugar
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| And all the sweetness
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| This little sweet tooth
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| It is your weakness
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| They’ve got american candy
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| You’re sweet and sated, so sedated
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| For the american kids
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| You’re hooked and baited, annihilated
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| Even if you wanted to
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| You couldn’t stop it’s just so sweet
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| But this american candy
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| It’ll rot your teeth
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| Try to think back to back to a time when
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| You loved what you loved because you loved it
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| Before the sugar
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| And all the sweetness
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| Filled up your lungs now
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| It’s all you breath in
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| They’ve got american candy
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| You’re sweet and sated, so sedated
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| For the american kids
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| You’re hooked and baited, annihilated
|
| Even if you wanted to
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| You couldn’t stop it’s just so sweet
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| But this american candy
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| It’ll rot your teeth
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| Sometimes I feel as though I’m going mad when
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| I get a touch of saccharine on my lips
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| I hate the taste on my tongue too damn sweet
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| I don’t fancy american candy, american candy
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| They’ve got american candy
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| You’re sweet and sated, so sedated
|
| For the american kids
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| You’re hooked and baited, annihilated
|
| Even if you wanted to
|
| You couldn’t stop it’s just so sweet
|
| But this american candy
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| It’ll rot your teeth until your gums they bleed
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| I hate the taste on my tongue too damn sweet
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| I don’t fancy american candy, american candy
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| You’re sweet and sated baby
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| I hate the taste on my tongue too damn sweet
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| I don’t fancy american candy |