it s a twisted tragic black magic involuntary habit the way you lose your self control a heartache hiding under fashion waiting for the world to happen it s hard to hide the heat inside that hell you call a soul and you ve been told your heart is made of solid gold twisted little teenage heart whatcha gonna tear apart this time growing up will get you drunk on all those shots in the dark your twisted little teenage heart your twisted little teenage heart you re the metronome that s swinging back and forth from hot to freezing not afraid to fake your age but still afraid of growing old like a queen in isolation rule the world from in your basement you think you re only worth what you can earn what you can hold and you ve been told your heart is made of solid gold twisted little teenage heart what cha gonna tear apart this time growing up will get you drunk on all those shots in the dark your twisted little teenage heart your twisted little teenage heart twisted little teenage heart what cha gonna tear apart this time growing up will get you drunk on all those shots in the dark your twisted little teenage heart your twisted little teenage heart3
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