| My father was a story,
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| My mother was afraid
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| They didn’t mean to make me
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| but, I got made anyway
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| Since I was a young child, Woh Oh!
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| I much prefered the rain, Wah Oh!
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| They asked me are you happy? |
| Woh Oh!
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| I said I can’t explain, Wah Oh!
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| And I say
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| Heatstroke, Yellow, maybe strawberry blue,
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| The strongest thing I ever felt was feelings for you.
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| So try, To look me in the eye
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| A difficult goodbye, to all the things we hide, wah oh.
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| I live my life upon a Crystal Ship,
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| It’s unbelievable but, I keep believing
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| I never give up untill the day I die,
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| I never give up till the day I die
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| I say, every single time they come back home from the road
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| Tell me where you’ve been to, tell me what you go for?
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| They tell me on the road you end up losing your soul
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| I’m thinking when they made me they forgot one of those
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| I say, Rich kids singing of the silverspoon blues
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| They tell me I can’t get in cuse theres just no more room
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| but they lie, they look me in the eye, scared of what they’d find
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| underneath my sigh, Uh Oh,
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| And I hope your right so I can see the sunshine
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| And I hope your right cuse I don’t like this way
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| And I hope your right so I can change the future
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| Cuse I was lonley hinding in the rain, Woh Oh!
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| Cuse since I was a young child
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| I seemed to like the rain
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| You asked me are you happy?
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| I said I can’t explain
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| I told you i’m a monster, Woh Oh!
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| and I can’t seem to feel, Wah Oh!
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| You asked me are you happy?
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| I said no but I am real
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| and I say, Heatstroke, yellow, maybe strawberry blue
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| The strongest thing I ever felt was feelings for you
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| So try, to look me in the eye
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| A difficult goodbye, to all the things we hide, uh oh.
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| Rich kids singing of the silverspoon blues
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| They tell you, you can’t get in cuse theres just no more room
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| but, they lie, they look you in the eye
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| scared of what they’d find underneath your sigh |