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Welcome to another year of torture and despair Where your fate will be determined by the outfit that you wear Or the colour of your hair or the place you put your chair Oh, God, it's so unfair To bend and not to break Chin up, try not to quake I'm grinning on the outside But I'm a wreck internally The Skechers squeaking Full of song I'm striding down this high school highway I'm a dead teen walking, dead teen walking, dead teen walking The tale of two begins with a girl Sour sixteen, name's Sam, her life's in a whirl With freckles on her nose and a longing in her heart Pretending not to care is her science - no, it is her art To bend and not to break Chin up, try not to quake I'm grinning on the outside But I'm a wreck internally The Skechers squeaking SongtexteFull of song I'm striding down this high school highway I'm a dead teen walking, dead teen walking, dead teen walking Now on to girl two, the fetching, jeune-filled Brooke With those lips, those eyes, and that hair, well, it's a radiant teen queen look Behind the perfect size two cheerleader power There's a ravenous starving artist with her painting her own doubt To bend and not to break Chin up, try not to quake I'm grinning on the outside But I'm a wreck internally The Skechers squeaking Full of song I'm striding down this high school highway I'm a dead teen walking, dead teen walking, dead teen walking Aus Songtexte Mania