Postmodern Jukebox ft. Puddles Pity Party (Sad Clown) - Stressed Out (Twenty One Pilots Cover) | Текст песни

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• Postmodern Jukebox ft. Puddles Pity Party (Sad Clown)
• Stressed Out (Twenty One Pilots Cover)

My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think.

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

Sometimes a certain smell takes me back to when I was young,
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, I’d probably only sell one,

To my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone’s throw where we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ 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\".

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

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