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This is my face, covered in freckles with the occasional spot and some veins.
This is my body, covered in skin, and not all of it you can see And, this, is my mind, it goes over and over the same old lines And, this, is my brain, it's torturous analytical thoughts make me go insane And I use mouthwash Sometimes I floss I got a family And I drink cups of tea I've got nostalgic pavements I've got familar faces I've got a mixed-up memories And I've got favourite places And I'm singing uh-oh on a Friday night And I'm singing uh-oh on a Friday night And I'm singing uh-oh on a Friday night and I hope everything's going to be alright And I'm singing uh-oh on a Friday night and I hope everything's going to be alright This is my face, I've got a thousand opinions and not the time to explain And this is my body, and no matter how you try and disable it, yes I'll still be here And, this, is my mind, and although you try to infringe you cannot confine And, this, is my brain, and even if you try and hold me back there's nothing that you can gain Cause I use mouthwash Sometimes I floss I got a family And I drink cups of tea I've got nostalgic pavements I've got familar faces I've got a mixed-up memories And I've got favourite places And I'm singing uh-oh on a Friday night And I'm singing uh-oh on a Friday night And I'm singing uh-oh on a Friday night and I hope everything's going to be alright And I'm singing uh-oh on a Friday night and I hope everything's going to be alright |
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