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[Verse 1]
       
Often I am ups

             
et that I cann

              
ot fall in lov

        
e but I guess
              
This avoids th

            
e stress of fa

              
lling out of i

 
t
       
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

[Chorus]
  
Oooooh, I'll c

ut my hair
  
Oooooh, to mak

e you stare
  
Oooooh, I'll h

ide my chest
            
And I'll figur

              
e out a way to

             
 get us out of

      
 here

[Interlude]
       
Oooooh,  Ooooo


h
       
Oooooh,  Ooooo


h

[Verse 2]
         
Turn off your 

            
porcelain face

             
, I can't real

              
ly think right

              
 now and this 


place
             
Has too many c

             
olours, enough

          
 to drive all 

of us insane
         
Are you dead? 

            
Sometimes I th

          
ink I'm dead
              
'Cause I can f

              
eel ghosts and

              
 ghouls wrappi

      
ng my head
              
But I don't wa

            
nna fall aslee

         
p just yet

[Chorus]
  
Oooooh, my eye

s went dark
  
Oooooh, I don'

t know where
  
Oooooh, my pup

ils are
            
But I'll figur

              
e out a way to

             
 get us out of

      
 here

[Bridge]
N.C.
Get a load of this monster
N.C.
He doesn't know how to communicate
N.C.
His mind is in a different place
N.C.
Will everybody please give him a little bit of space
N.C.
Get a load of this trainwreck
N.C.
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet
N.C.
But little do we know, the stars
N.C.
Welcome him with open...


Get a load of 

this monster

He doesn't kno

w how to commu

nicate

His mind is in

 a different p

lace
     
Will everybody

 please give h

im a little bi

t of space

Get a load of 

this trainwrec

k
            
His hair's a m

              
ess and he doe

              
sn't know who 

      
he is yet

But little do we know, the stars
             
Welcome him wi

         
th open arms

    
Oh-ooh, ooh

[Outro]
  
       Time is
  
       Slowly
  
       Tracing

 his face
            
But strangely 

            
he feels at ho

           
me in this pla

ce