Home - Live at Hoxton Hall

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