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Melancholic,
the one with flowers
That loves symbolic,
that loves silence
You gotta highlight all the words
That I'm sayin' to you
You gotta highlight all of 'em
You gotta play all the chords I played for you
You gotta play all of 'em
You gotta love my sense, I gotta love my sense
Here nobody understands us
We're strange, we're weird and we like it
And we like it
Telling stories
about the moon
Getting lost there
in the woods
Faithful heart and
humble maze
You got the nicest name out
of all the names
You gotta highlight all the words
That I'm sayin' to you
You gotta highlight all of 'em
You gotta play all the chords I played for you
You gotta play all of 'em
You gotta love my kind, I gotta love my kind
Here nobody understands us
You gotta laugh out loud and step out of the crowd
You gotta laugh like nobody
You gotta roll the dice and smile with your eyes
You gotta smile like nobody
You gotta love my kind, I gotta love your kind,
here nobody understand us
We're strange, we're weird
And we like it