Sticks

and

stones

don’t

break

my

bo-

nes,

you

make

be-

lieve

It’s

lock

and

lo-

ad

to

dead

end

ro-

ad

to

you

and

me-

e

You

know

what’s

to

go,

I’m

strict

for

so-

ul,

I

make

be-

lieve

And

I’m

off

the

rent,

I

haven’t

sp-

ent,

I

guaran-

tee

So

can

you

not

go

a-

way

If

just

for

one

da-

y

Uh-

uh-

uh

Im-

pos-

si-

ble,

po-

ss-

ible

way

How

would

you

know

How’d

you

do

now?

Run

away

War

sounds

in

yo-

u

Don’t

throw

your

for-

tune

a-

way

And

I

can’t

get

e-

nough

Spa-

ce,

spa-

ce,

spa-

ce

Get

e-

nough

spa-

ce

I’m

pale

and

co-

y,

a

ma-

ma’s

bo-

y,

I

make

be-

lieve

I

shim-

my-

sha-

ke,

I

wake

and

ba-

ke,

I’m

ov-

er

me-

e

My

lungs

are

be-

at,

I

can

not

bre-

athe,

don’t

fol-

low

me-

e

You

push

and

sho-

ve,

I’ve

had

e-

nough,

don’t

mess

with

me-

e

So

can

you

not

go

a-

way

If

just

for

one

da-

y

Uh-

uh-

uh

Im-

pos-

si-

ble,

po-

ss-

ible

way

How

would

you

know

How’d

you

do

now?

Run

away

War

sounds

in

yo-

u

Don’t

throw

your

for-

tune

a-

way

And

I

can’t

get

e-

nough

Spa-

ce,

spa-

ce,

spa-

ce

Get

e-

nough

spa-

ce