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I was born in a messed up century
My favorite flavored treats are raspberry amphetamines
I bought a car, Beretta age 16
I brush my teeth with bleach 'cause I ain't got time for cavities
My daddy put a gun to my head
Said, "If you kiss a boy I'm gonna shoot you dead"
So I tied him up with gaffer tape and locked him in the shed
Then I went out to the garden and I fucked my best friend

'Cause my high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know I'll never be alone
It's alright, we'll survive
'Cause parents ain't always right

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I'm sick and tired of women being labeled as the villain
When in reality all we want is equality
'Cause it's a dress not a yes
I won't say it again
Your sexist ideology, that respect is earned by modesty
Yeah, women are powerful, beautiful, wonderful
We're screaming at the top of our lungs
Our body our choice
All together use your voice

'Cause my high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know I'll never be alone
It's alright, we'll survive
'Cause parents ain't always right

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Tick-tock, stop the clock
Because I get the feeling that I'm gonna get shot
Tick-tock, stop the clock
Because I get the feeling that I'm gonna get shot

My high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know I'll never be alone
It's alright, we'll survive
'Cause parents ain't always right

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