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I was born in a messed up century
My favourite flavoured sweets are raspberry amphetamines
I bought a car, Beretta, age 16
I brush my teeth with bleach
'Cause I ain't got time for cavities
My daddy put a gun to my head
Said, "If you kiss a boy I'm gonna shoot you dead"
So I tied him up with gaffa tape
And locked him in a shed
Then I went out to the garden
And I fucked my best friend

Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when
Our common goal was waiting for the world to end
Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again
I'll send you my love on a wire
Lift you up, every time, everyone, ooh, pulls away, ooh
From you

Who are ya? Who are ya? Who are you gonna be?
You're gonna, you're gonna a-make some history
Come on-a, Moana, go get your destiny
Can I get a, can I get a chee-hoo?
It's my turn to give a motivational speech
It's your job to finally practice what you preach
Because of you, I'm a better me
And I didn't even think that was a possibility
You got me out of mess after mess, demigod in distress
But now the roles are reversed, you're being put to the test
It's fine 'cause we got a plan for breaking the curse
And even though odds couldn't be worse
I'm making a bet on the bravest and greatest of way finders I've ever met