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sounds no one's ever heard I wish I found some chords I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang in an order that is new that sang some better words I wish I found some better I wish I had a better voice |
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My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what people think all my fears would shrink and I care what you think My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think But now I'm insecure I was told when I get older |
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Wish we could turn back time When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out but now we're stressed out We're stressed out Wish we could turn back time to the good ol' days When our momma sang us to sleep to the good ol' days |
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to identify where it's coming from? I'd probably only sell one will take me back to when I was young Try to sell it never sell out of it I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it Sometimes a certain smell How come I'm never able |
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'cause we have the same nose a stone's throw from a creek Same clothes homegrown But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered Out of student loans It'd be to my brother we all would take the latter and treehouse homes we used to roam |
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My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think |
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When our momma sang us to sleep Wish we could turn back time Wish we could turn back time When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out to the good ol' days to the good ol' days but now we're stressed out |
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We used to play pretend We would build a rocket ship Used to dream of outer space Saying, "Wake up you need to make money" but now they're laughing at our face give each other different names and then we'd fly it far away Yo |
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We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away Saying, "Wake up Yo. you need to make money" We used to play pretend give each other different names but now they're laughing at our face Used to dream of outer space |
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Wish we could turn back time When our momma sang us to sleep to the good ol' days When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out to the good ol' days Wish we could turn back time but now we're stressed out |
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wake up, you need the money. used to play pretend, bunny. Used to play pretend, We used to play pretend, give each other different names. wake up, you need the money. used to play pretend, bunny. We used to play pretend, Used to play pretend, We used to play pretend, |
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We would build a rocket ship, Used to dream of outer space, Yo Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money!" and then we'd fly it far away. but now they're laughing at our face. |
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