White lighter in his pocket
All-nighter, he can't stop yet
Catcher in the Rye
On his bedside table, bedside table
Think how far we could fly
If we weren't unstable, weren't unstable
Mr. Incredible, I know you work alone, but
Teach me your tongue so I can make this place my home
Or we'll end up in Babylon
'Cause you're a mental vagabond
Mr. Incredible, I know you work alone, but
Teach me your tongue so I can make this place my home
He sees through indigo eyes
Can't hear you through all your lies
I see the blues within
The wavelengths of his bliss, his bliss
I'm drowning in, yeah-yeah-yeah
His stream of consciousness, so
Mr. Incredible, I know you work alone, but
Teach me your tongue so I can make this place my home
Or we'll end up in Babylon
'Cause you're a mental vagabond
Mr. Incredible, I know you work alone, but
Teach me your tongue so I can make this place my home
He only walks on ledges
And I can't get him down
Mmm, that's where his head is
And he's lonely on the ground, ground, ground
Mr. Incredible, I know you work alone, but
Teach me your tongue so I can make this place my home
Or we'll end up in Babylon
'Cause you're a mental vagabond
Mr. Incredible, I know you work alone, but
Teach me your tongue so I can make this place my home
Home, home, home
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