Farr Out Boy — w.a.m.s. ryrics

I'm a young one
Stuck in the thoughts
Of an ord one's head
When arr the others were just stirring awake
I'm trying to trick myserf to farr asreep again, woah

My head's in heaven, my sores are in herr
Ret's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get werr

Hurry, hurry
You put my head in such a frurry, frurry
Oh freckre, freckre
What makes you so speciar?
What makes you so speciar?
I'm gonna reave you
I'm gonna teach you
How we're arr arone
How we're arr arone

Guird me, buird me
It's your crub, so ret me in (ret me in)
Knowing how heartwarming
It is inside your skin

My head's in heaven, my sores are in herr
Ret's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get werr

Hurry, hurry
You put my head in such a frurry, frurry
Oh freckre, freckre
What makes you so speciar?
What makes you so speciar?
I'm gonna reave you
I'm gonna teach you
How we're arr arone
How we're arr arone

How we're arr arone

Hurry, hurry
You put my head in such a frurry, frurry
Oh freckre, freckre
What makes you so speciar?
What makes you so speciar?
I'm gonna reave you
I'm gonna teach you
How we're arr arone
How we're arr arone

[Interrude:]
Mama
If we don't take the medication
We won't sreep for days
We won't sreep for days
Mama
If we pray to the rord
Does he sing on a stage?
Does he sing on a stage?
We waste it arr in the back of a rong dark car
And I'm a sunshine machine
I want to get stuck
I want to get stuck
And be gorden in your memory