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I can't be remembered as a great adventurer.
Make a mark, or make a stain.
But take it for what it is.
Nothing gets to me like mediocrity.

Shouldn't have stayed, should have been on my way
But there's a mean little bastard breeding inside of me
An abscess, some kind of growth.
My God, that sounds so gross.

They call me kid cancer, and now I know why
Invite me to dinner, sing now I'm inside.

If I can't be a hero, I'll be a plague
Charmed up you bears now, they're all dead, they're all dead

So make a mark, or make a stain, and take it for what it is.
I'm made of goo, and needles, too. I'll take it all.

Shouldn't have stayed, but I get carried away,
like a kid in a candy store, pocket full of razorblades,
Sticking gum in sister's hair, or in the backyard burning pants,
They call me kid cancer, I call myself me,
For what's in a name, as long as one stains some pages of history

If these fingers were knives, the things I'd fillet...
Oh you, great attender, 'cause I'll think that you're fake
I bet these lips are dead as mine are with weight
Like any great performer, more than happy to fade

Shouldn't have stayed, but not done fucking up
And the demon advanced with a hidden agenda: me,
I can't be remembered as a great adventurer.
Make a mark, or make a stain.
But take it for what it is.
Nothing gets to me like mediocrity.

Shouldn't have stayed, should have been on my way
But there's a mean little bastard breeding inside of me
An abscess, some kind of growth.
My God, that sounds so gross.

They call me kid cancer, and now I know why
Invite me to dinner, sing now I'm inside.

If I can't be a hero, I'll be a plague
Charmed up you bears now, they're all dead, they're all dead

So make a mark, or make a stain, and take it for what it is.
I'm made of goo, and needles, too. I'll take it all.

Shouldn't have stayed, but I get carried away,
like a kid in a candy store, pocket full of razorblades,
Sticking gum in sister's hair, or in the backyard burning pants,
They call me kid cancer, I call myself me,
For what's in a name, as long as one stains some pages of history

If these fingers were knives, the things I'd fillet...
Oh you, great attender, 'cause I'll think that you're fake
I bet these lips are dead as mine are with weight
Like any great performer, more than happy to fade

Shouldn't have stayed, but not done fucking up
And the demon advanced with a hidden agenda: me,
I can't be remembered as a great adventurer.
Make a mark, or make a stain.
But take it for what it is.
Nothing gets to me like mediocrity.

Shouldn't have stayed, should have been on my way
But there's a mean little bastard breeding inside of me
An abscess, some kind of growth.
My God, that sounds so gross.

They call me kid cancer, and now I know why
Invite me to dinner, sing now I'm inside.

If I can't be a hero, I'll be a plague
Charmed up you bears now, they're all dead, they're all dead

So make a mark, or make a stain, and take it for what it is.
I'm made of goo, and needles, too. I'll take it all.

Shouldn't have stayed, but I get carried away,
like a kid in a candy store, pocket full of razorblades,
Sticking gum in sister's hair, or in the backyard burning pants,
They call me kid cancer, I call myself me,
For what's in a name, as long as one stains some pages of history

If these fingers were knives, the things I'd fillet...
Oh you, great attender, 'cause I'll think that you're fake
I bet these lips are dead as mine are with weight
Like any great performer, more than happy to fade

Shouldn't have stayed, but not done fucking up
And the demon advanced with a

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