Lời bài hát: Marc Bolan. Teenage Dream.

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- whatever happened to the teenage dream? (yeah)

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Surprise surprise the boys are ho--me
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My guardian angel's rung down my telepho-ne
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The heat's on mister can't you hear them scream
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- whatever happened to the teenage dream? (yeah)

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The curfew comes at the crack of night
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The sad old wino aches to disipate the fright
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A jet-jump jiver speeds past in his machine - but
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- whatever happened to the teenage dream? (yeah)


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A broken God from a rusty wor--ld
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Sweetly mouth-touched an onyx gi--rl
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His prison bars were very hard to clean but
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- whatever happened to the teenage dream? (yeah)



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The wizard of oz and the bronzen thief
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Ruled my girl with teutonic teeth
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But all was lost when her mouth turned green
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- whatever happened to the teenage dream? (yeah)


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The silver surfer and the ragged kid
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Are all sad and rusty boy they don't have a gig--
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Believe me pope paul my toes are clean
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- whatever happened to the teenage dream? (yeah)


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Now - black is black and white is white
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Some go to heaven and some get it light
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My guard was a prude but his wicked screams
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- whatever happened to the teenage dream? (yeah)