MyronvanHunsel

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• MyronvanHunsel

  I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard
  I wish I had a better voice that sang 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 sang
  
  I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink
  But now I'm insecure and I 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
  
  We're stressed out
  
  Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young
  How come I'm 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'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose
  Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam
  But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered
  Out of student loans and tree-house homes we all would take the latter
  
  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
  
  We used to play pretend, give each other different names
  We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away
  Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face
  Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money"
  Yeah
  
  We used to play pretend, give each other different names
  We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away
  Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face
  Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money"
  Yeah
  
  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
  
  Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
  We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
  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'd fly it far away
  Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face
  Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money"
  Yeah
  
  
  Stressed out - Twenty One Pilots

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