Breaking the windows, to my soul
The playground in my heart
Is out of my control
All the children in my blood
Are laughing and they're singing
And they're jumping in the mud
Is there a demon under my bed?
I saw it in a movie once
And now it's in my head
Don't try to trick me to fall into love
I step on all the cracks
Cause I'm a superstitious punk
Rolling in the roses
Pocket full of explosives
Watch out it's gonna blow
Shot into the sky
No choice but to fly
I'm ready to burn it to the ground
The walls are made of paper
And I'm hearing every sound
Don't you get it?
It's all a joke
All the mirrors are broken
And we're breathing in the smoke
Rolling in the roses
Pocket full of explosives
Watch out it's gonna blow
Shot into the sky
No choice but to fly
Shot into the sky
No choice but to fly
Straight into the sun
Won't stop till you come
Rolling in the roses
Rolling
Shot into the sky
No choice but to fly
Straight into the sun
Won't stop till you come

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