We never learn, we've been here before

 

All that glitters don't turn to gold

 

I don't care what my teachers say - I'm gonna be a supermodel

 

Fill me with your poison

 

Something sweet and sticky runnin' down my hand

 

They're here

 

I wanna be your sin

 

Small-town boy in a big arcade, I got addicted to a losing game

 

I'm liking this American boy, American boy

You declared me dead, my brother - for the crime of being me

 

Oh boy, I love to play destroy

They didn't warn me when I was running wild

 

Heat waves been fakin' me out

 

I kissed a girl and I liked it

 

Shining just the way I like

 

But strangely he feels at home in this place

 

You got me right here in your jean pocket

 

So in the past is where we'll leave it

 

Christopher Robin is saying his prayers

 

I need you to hold on - heaven is a place not too far away