1: really matters in life?Is it a sprint or

pirouette in the darkI see the stars through a

you feel like you're secondhand?Do you feel you're afraid

don't they hate you? Why do they hate me?Why

sky looked blue to meGuess I just couldn't seeThe

ra ra ra ra raTa ra ra ra ra raTa

you prefer me philosophical or preferably versatile, or deprived

Ever feel like you’re holding in the old dude that was

the dream, got a handful of stars)(It's as good as

1: Alex told me you had given up on

Mize KeefBring the beefI'm killing Yu, Snow and BochiefZero

upon a time long agoLived a girl like youLocked

hanging on by a thread, I got these thoughts

found me at the bottom of the bottomTorn to

1: Alex woke up from dreaming and put on

go to the beach, eachLet’s go get a waveThey

these streets of LondonMany come and many goBut my heart

Oh, oohOhI'm gonna pop some tagsOnly got twenty dollars in my

my ears and close my eyesJust long enough to

child is this who laid to restOn Mary's lap