Typically Strange

When you're hot in the sun
Your fingers are black
Your companions are gone
And they'll never come back
Your a nice ... with an oversized...
But you never do that
All your stories are lies
All the ...
All your endings are real
But you never know that
From the...to your mouth...feet
...hiding under the sheet
...Already, so very clear
... but that's a typically strange

Where's your ...and your ...
Where's your...perfume
How the ... lies, holding on to the truth
...your skin feels so soft, underneath your tattoo...
Are you talking too much
To the boys in your room
...you never be there... but will have to make room
...Already, so very clear
You're just a, just a typically strange

All your castles are sand and your memories are done
All the kitchen's ...
All the smile erased while the...
And your racket just spin with your...
With your head on your face and your back on your chair...
...Already, so very clear
And you're just a, just a typically strange