| Roscoe, Roscoe
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| Everything is beautiful to me baby
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| Things are quite unreal to me now
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| Sitting on a cloud up in my tree, lately
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| But I guess you’ll never know
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| There’s all these dreams we share, Roscoe
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| Roscoe, Roscoe
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| Once upon a time I was a girl, maybe
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| Brought into this world, Hey!, Roscoe
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| Strip away the colors from the scene, lately
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| I wanna think someday you’ll know
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| There’s all these dreams we share, Roscoe
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| Hey, Roscoe, I do wanna belive in you
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| You’ve made up your mind
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| It’s an easy thing to do
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| But lately I’ve seen what you’ve turned into
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| A locked up selfish shallow being
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| On a journey with no exploring
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| In your house, locked up in your house
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| Roscoe, Roscoe
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| Everything is beautiful to me
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| Things they seem unreal to me now
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| There’s an empty cloud up in my tree, lately
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| And I hope someday you’ll know
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| There’s all these dreams we share
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| Roscoe, I do wanna belive in you
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| You’ve made up your mind
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| It’s an easy thing to do
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| But lately I’ve seen what you’ve turned into
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| A locked up selfish shallow being
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| On a journey with no exploring
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| In your house, locked up in your house
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| Roscoe, I do wanna belive in you
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| You’ve made up your mind
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| It’s an easy thing to do
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| But lately I’ve seen what you’ve turned into
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| A locked up selfish shallow being
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| On a journey with no exploring
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| In your house, locked up in your house
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| In your house
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| Locked up in your house |