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Descendents I Don T Want To Grow Up

I shield my eyes from my own memory I knew all about your plans I really did understand But you didn't let me know I wasn't invited to

(Lyrics and Music by B. Stevenson) I see tha anger in the back of your eyes I know the vengeance running through your mind You're up on the

mad Because I think about you every night and day And when I could have asked I let it slip away I've got to get to know you, but I'm so afraid

mean nothing, can't you see And I don't want to smell your stinky beave ** No Fat Beaver No Fat Beaver Swear I'm gonna leave her Can't

i don't want to grow up i don't want to grow up if growing up means being like you then i don't want to be like you recycled trash it's deja vu i don'

i see tha anger in the back of your eyes i know the vengeance running through your mind you're up on the cross with a heart full of nails hanging your

hard, play fast you must sacrifice nothing else will suffice pay the price we never did a popular thing don't even know how to sing couldn't sell out a telephone booth what i

man i only want to know a couple of things about you where were you when i was in so much trouble with myself and do you still believe in me like i believe i

i don't want to grow up i don't want to grow up if growing up means being like you then i don't want to be like you recycled trash it's deja vu i don