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[Intro]
[Strophe]
Fmaj7 Fm        C                                 Fmaj7 
Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess 
                Fm                         C 
This avoids the stress of falling out of it 
Fmaj7   Fm               C                                 Fmaj7 
Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now but I swear 
               Fm                       C 
When I'm ready I will fly us out of here
[Refrain]
Am F  C 
Ooooo, I'll cut my hair 
Am F  C 
Ooooo, To make you stare 
Am F  C 
Ooooo, I'll hide my chest 
         Am                         F          C 
And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here  
Am F C  Am F C  Am F C  Am F C 
Ooooo,  Ooooo,  Ooooo,  Ooooo
[Strophe]
Fmaj7         Fm            C                                         Fmaj7 
Turn off your porcelain face, I can't really think right now and this place 
             Fm                      C 
Has too many colours enough to drive all of us insane 
        Fmaj7     Fm                    C 
Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead 
                                               Fmaj7 
Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head 
                  Fm                  C 
But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet
[Refrain]
Am F  C 
Ooooo, My eyes went dark 
Am F  C 
Ooooo, I don't know where 
Am F  C 
Ooooo, My pupils are 
         Am                         F          C 
But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here
[Pont]
N.C. 
Get a load of this monster 
N.C. 
He doesn't know how to communicate 
N.C. 
His mind is in a different place 
N.C. 
Will everybody please give him a little bit of space 
N.C. 
Get a load of this trainwreck 
N.C. 
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet 
N.C. 
But little do we know, the stars 
N.C. 
Welcome him with open...
[Pont]
Am 
Get a load of this monster 
D 
He doesn't know how to communicate 
F 
His mind is in a different place 
C 
Will everybody please give him a little bit of space 
Am 
Get a load of this trainwreck 
D                                               F 
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet 
  
But little do we know, the stars 
C 
Welcome him with open arms 
Fmaj7 Fm
[Outro]
Am F  C 
Ooooo, Time is 
Am F  C 
Ooooo, Slowly 
Am F  C 
Ooooo, Tracing his face 
Am               F         Fm            C 
But strangely he feels at home in this place