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| |[Verse 1] | | |[Chorus] |
| I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard | | Ah, I'm fairly local, I've been around |
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| I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words | | I've seen the streets you're walkin' down |
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| I wish I found some chords in an order that is new | | I'm fairly local, good people now |
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| I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang
| | Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
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| I was told, when I get older, all my fears would shrink
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| But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think
| | I'm evil to the core, what I shouldn't do I will |
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| | They say I'm emotional, what I wanna save I'll kill |
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| | Is that who I truly am? I truly don't have a chance |
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| | Tomorrow I'll keep a beat and repeat yesterday's dance |
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| My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
| | Yo, this song will never be on the radio |
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| My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
| | Even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote |
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| [Chorus]
| | It's the few, the proud, and the emotional |
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| Wish we could turn back time (Time, time) to the good old days
| | Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral |
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| When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out (Out, oh)
| | The world around us is burnin', but we're so cold |
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| Wish we could turn back time (Oh) to the good old days (Oh)
| | It's the few, the proud, and the emotional |
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| When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out (Out, out, out, out)
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| [Post-Chorus]
| | Ah, I'm fairly local, I've been around |
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| We're stressed out (Out, out, out, out)
| | I've seen the streets you're walkin' down |
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| [Verse 2]
| | I'm fairly local, good people now |
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| Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young
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| How come I'm never able to identify where it's comin' from?
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| I'd make a candle out of it, if I ever found it
| | You might also like |
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| Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one
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| It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose
| | I'm not evil to the core, what I shouldn't do I will fight |
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| Same clothes, homegrown, a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam
| | I know I'm emotional, what I wanna save I will try |
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| But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered
| | I know who I truly am, I truly do have a chance |
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| Out of student loans and treehouse homes, we all would take the latter/ladder
| | Tomorrow I'll switch the beat to avoid yesterday's dance |
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| [Pre-Chorus] | | [Pre-Chorus] |
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| My-my-my name's Blurryface and I care what you think
| | Yo, this song will never be on the radio |
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| My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
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| [Chorus]
| | Even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote |
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| Wish we could turn back time (Time, time) to the good old days
| | It's the few, the proud, and the emotional |
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| When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out (Out, oh)
| | Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral |
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| Wish we could turn back time (Oh) to the good old days (Oh)
| | The world around us is burnin', but we're so cold |
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| When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out
| | It's the few, the proud, and the emotional |
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| [Bridge] | | [Chorus] |
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| We used to play pretend, give each other different names
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| We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away
| | I'm fairly local, I've been around |
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| Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughin' at our face
| | I've seen the streets you're walkin' down |
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| Sayin', "Wake up, you need to make money," yeah
| | I'm fairly local, good people now |
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| We used to play pretend, give each other different names
| | Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
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| We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away
| | Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
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| Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughin' at our face
| | Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
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| Sayin', "Wake up, you need to make money," yeah
| | [Instrumental Bridge] |
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| [Chorus] | | [Chorus] |
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| Wish we could turn back time (Time, time) to the good old days
| | Ah, I'm fairly local, I've been around |
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| When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out (Out, oh)
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| Wish we could turn back time (Oh) to the good old days (Oh)
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| When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out
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| [Outro]
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| We used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money
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| We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
| | I've seen the streets (I've seen the streets) you're walkin' down |
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| Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money
| | I'm fairly local, good people now |
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| We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
| | Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah) |
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| Used to play pretend, give each other different names
| | I'm fairly local, good people now |
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| We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away
| | Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, good people now |
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| Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughin' at our face
| | Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, good people now |
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| Sayin', "Wake up, you need to make money," yeah
| | Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
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