Teenager
I have nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got dreams that will never come true.
I've got about a thousand ways to say
I don't love you.
I've got five dollars in my pocket
and when I leave I say goodbye
'cause this world just keeps on turning
and I might not make it back alive.
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