| I can’t be remembered as a great adventurer
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| Make a mark, or make a stain
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| But take it for what it is
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| Nothing gets to me like mediocrity
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| Shouldn’t have stayed, should have been on my way
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| But there’s a mean little bastard living inside of me
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| An abscess, some kind of growth
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| My God, that sounds so gross
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| They call me Kid Cancer, and now I know why
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| Invite me to dinner, see now I’m inside
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| If I can’t be a hero, I’ll be a plague
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| Charmed all you bears now, they’re all dead, they’re all dead
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| So make a mark (I've made a few)
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| Or make a stain (I've made those too)
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| And take it for (I'll take it all)
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| What it is
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| Shouldn’t have stayed, but I got carried away
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| Like a kid in a candy store, pocket full of razor blades
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| Sticking gum in sister’s hair, or in the backyard burning ants
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| They call me Kid Cancer, I call myself me
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| For what’s in a name, as long as one stains some pages of history
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| If these fingers were knives, the things I’d fillet…
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| Oh you, great attender, cause I’ll think that you’re fake
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| I bet these lips are dead as mine are with weight
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| Like any great performer, more than happy to fade
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| Shouldn’t have stayed, but I got fucking outplayed
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| And the demon advanced with a hidden agenda: me
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| For once a sweet young child, I guess it’s been a while
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| They call me Kid Cancer, a beast calls me son
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| I haven’t yet decided, it isn’t sure, is this fun? |