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