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Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess

This avoids the stress of falling out of it

Are you tired of me yet I'm a little sick right now but I swear

When I'm ready I will fly us out of here

Ooo oo oo I'll cut my hair

Ooo oo oo To make you stare

Ooo oo oo I'll hide my chest

And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

Ooo oo oo x

Turn off your porcelain face I can't really think

right now and this place

Has too many colours enough to drive all of us insane

Are you dead Sometimes I think I'm dead

Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head

But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet

Ooo oo oo My eyes went dark

Ooo oo oo I don't know where

Ooo oo oo My pupils are

But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

Get a load of this monster

He doesn't know how to communicate

His mind is in a different place

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space

Get a load of this train wreck

His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet

But little do we know the stars

Welcome him with open arms

Ooo oo oo Time is

Ooo oo oo Slowly

Ooo oo oo Tracing his face

But strangely he feels at home in this place