[Verse 1]
You're feeling nervous, aren't you, boy?
With your tranquility vocalisation too impeccable style
Don't always allow them pocket your joy
And your gentle ways, to drib dead on 'em from running wild
They tin kicking dirt inwards your face
Dress you lot down, too nation you lot that your place
Is inwards the middle, when they abhor the agency you lot shine
I come across you lot tugging on your shirt
Trying to enshroud within of it too enshroud how much it hurts
[Refrain]
Let 'em express joy spell they can
Let 'em spin, allow 'em scatter inwards the wind
I convey been to the movies, I've seen how it ends
And the joke's on them
[Verse 2]
You larn discouraged, don't you, girl?
It's your brother's footing for a spell longer
We gotta trip the lite fantastic alongside the devil on a river
To musical rhythm out the stream
Call it living the dream, telephone telephone it kicking the ladder
They come upwards to kicking dirt inwards your face
To telephone telephone you lot weak too and thus forcefulness out you
After carrying your infant on your dorsum across the desert
I saw your eyes behind your hair
And you're looking tired, merely you lot don't expect scared
[Refrain]
Let 'em express joy spell they can
Let 'em spin, allow 'em scatter inwards the wind
I convey been to the movies, I've seen how it ends
And the joke's on them
Let 'em express joy spell they can
Let 'em spin, allow 'em scatter inwards the wind
I convey been to the movies, I've seen how it ends
And the joke's on them
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