| Roscoe, Roscoe | |
| Everything is beautiful to me lately | |
| Things are quite unreal to me now | |
| Sitting on a cloud up in my tree, lately | |
| But I guess you'll never know | |
| There's all these dreams we share, Roscoe | |
| Roscoe, Roscoe | |
| Once upon a time I was a girl, maybe | |
| Brought into this world (Hey!), Roscoe | |
| Strip away the colors from the scene, baby | |
| I wanna think someday you'll know | |
| There's all these dreams we share, Roscoe | |
| Hey, Roscoe | |
| I do wanna belive in you | |
| You made up your mind | |
| It's an easy thing to do | |
| But lately I see what you've turned into | |
| A locked up-self in a sallow bed | |
| On a journey with no exploring | |
| In your house, locked up in your house | |
| Roscoe, Roscoe | |
| Everything is beautiful to me | |
| Things they seem unreal to me now | |
| There's an empty cloud up in my tree, lately | |
| And I hope someday you'll know | |
| There's all these dreams we share | |
| Roscoe, I do wanna belive in you | |
| You made up your mind | |
| It's an easy thing to do | |
| But lately I see what you've turned into | |
| A locked up-self in a sallow bed | |
| On a journey with no exploring | |
| In your house, locked up in your house | |
| Roscoe, I do wanna belive in you | |
| You made up your mind | |
| It's an easy thing to do | |
| But lately I see what you've turned into | |
| A locked up-self in a sallow bed | |
| On a journey with no exploring | |
| In your house, locked up in your house | |
| In your house | |
| Locked up in your house | |
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| Roscoe, Roscoe | |
| Everything is beautiful to me lately | |
| Things are quite unreal to me now | |
| Sitting on a cloud up in my tree, lately | |
| But I guess you' ll never know | |
| There' s all these dreams we share, Roscoe | |
| Roscoe, Roscoe | |
| Once upon a time I was a girl, maybe | |
| Brought into this world Hey!, Roscoe | |
| Strip away the colors from the scene, baby | |
| I wanna think someday you' ll know | |
| There' s all these dreams we share, Roscoe | |
| Hey, Roscoe | |
| I do wanna belive in you | |
| You made up your mind | |
| It' s an easy thing to do | |
| But lately I see what you' ve turned into | |
| A locked upself in a sallow bed | |
| On a journey with no exploring | |
| In your house, locked up in your house | |
| Roscoe, Roscoe | |
| Everything is beautiful to me | |
| Things they seem unreal to me now | |
| There' s an empty cloud up in my tree, lately | |
| And I hope someday you' ll know | |
| There' s all these dreams we share | |
| Roscoe, I do wanna belive in you | |
| You made up your mind | |
| It' s an easy thing to do | |
| But lately I see what you' ve turned into | |
| A locked upself in a sallow bed | |
| On a journey with no exploring | |
| In your house, locked up in your house | |
| Roscoe, I do wanna belive in you | |
| You made up your mind | |
| It' s an easy thing to do | |
| But lately I see what you' ve turned into | |
| A locked upself in a sallow bed | |
| On a journey with no exploring | |
| In your house, locked up in your house | |
| In your house | |
| Locked up in your house | |
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| Roscoe, Roscoe | |
| Everything is beautiful to me lately | |
| Things are quite unreal to me now | |
| Sitting on a cloud up in my tree, lately | |
| But I guess you' ll never know | |
| There' s all these dreams we share, Roscoe | |
| Roscoe, Roscoe | |
| Once upon a time I was a girl, maybe | |
| Brought into this world Hey!, Roscoe | |
| Strip away the colors from the scene, baby | |
| I wanna think someday you' ll know | |
| There' s all these dreams we share, Roscoe | |
| Hey, Roscoe | |
| I do wanna belive in you | |
| You made up your mind | |
| It' s an easy thing to do | |
| But lately I see what you' ve turned into | |
| A locked upself in a sallow bed | |
| On a journey with no exploring | |
| In your house, locked up in your house | |
| Roscoe, Roscoe | |
| Everything is beautiful to me | |
| Things they seem unreal to me now | |
| There' s an empty cloud up in my tree, lately | |
| And I hope someday you' ll know | |
| There' s all these dreams we share | |
| Roscoe, I do wanna belive in you | |
| You made up your mind | |
| It' s an easy thing to do | |
| But lately I see what you' ve turned into | |
| A locked upself in a sallow bed | |
| On a journey with no exploring | |
| In your house, locked up in your house | |
| Roscoe, I do wanna belive in you | |
| You made up your mind | |
| It' s an easy thing to do | |
| But lately I see what you' ve turned into | |
| A locked upself in a sallow bed | |
| On a journey with no exploring | |
| In your house, locked up in your house | |
| In your house | |
| Locked up in your house | |
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