when I was only a kid, I hid in the
I hear voices, people think I'm crazy
They can talk but
You never seem to hear a single word I say
Unless
Up to no good, incarcerated Crescentwood
Pushing insane, thinking I was
All hands on deck, throw your guns in the air
Let’s
It’s a small world after all
Turns out that we both
I used to be an altar boy
And every Sunday I'd
I dedicate this song to my very loved Marvin Jay
She's an angel in the hallway, in the stands and
Every time my parents were gone
They'd hire this babysitter named
This don't seem like you at all
To watch you laugh
I got a car and it doesn’t drive
All over town
but
The Beat, I'm beat, of all the crap
They play today
Last night well I couldn’t sleep
When I think of you,
Wait up, put me in a photograph
Tear it up, watching
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