Don't

be

sad;

keep

smil-

ing.

Leave

this

op-

en

to

com-

mu-

nic-

ate.

Oo

oh

oo

oh

oo

oh

oo

oh

ho

ho.

Ly-

ing

there

on

the

desk

you

left

a

let-

ter.

When

I

touched

it,

it

shiv-

ered

in

my

hand.

I

rub

the

sur-

face

to

see

your

face

in

the

mir-

ror.

Tran-

sla-

tion

lost

me

in

a

crowd-

ed

room.

Leave

exp-

osed

the

woun-

ded.

Look

down

kids

it

starts

to

de-

com-

pose.

Oo

oh

oo

oh

oo

oh

oo

oh

ho

ho.

Look-

ing

for

some

mean-

ing

or

rec-

og-

ni-

tion

snd

your

eyes

are

as

blank

as

my

hid-

den

heart.

I

rub

the

sur-

face

to

see

your

trace

in

the

mir-

ror.

Tran-

sla-

tion

lost

me

in

a

crow-

ded

room.

If

you

want

to

be-

lieve

eve-

ry-

thing

you

say;

it

keeps

you

high

and

in

con-

trol.

What

I

can't

un-

der-

stand

is

why

you'd

want

to

give

the

im-

pre-

ssion

of

a

young

lost

soul.

In

the

end

you

lack

a

stance

on

im-

por-

tant

sub-

jects

that

you've

lost;

it's

like

you're

out

of

con-

trol.

You

turn

round;

my

head

cracks

like

it's

for

the

mill-

ionth

time

a-

gain.

And

you

wan-

ted

to

jump

half

a

can-

yon.

I'm

at

least

a

com-

pan-

ion

to

it

all.

Li-

ber-

ate

the

il-

li-

ter-

ate.

Li-

ber-

ate

the

il-

li-

ter-

ate.

Li-

ber-

ate

the

il-

li-

ter-

ate.

Li-

ber-

ate

the

il-

li-

ter-

ate.