or
Chevelle

Watch me heap up what I've sown
I'm made of peanuts, not of shells
God spares a quality of himself

Uniquely designed but we can't help ourselves
So â?? Why, I made the face that bugs you
I won't design conversation around you

I made the face that bugs you
Spyglass scans the field
Hold my hand, feel a chill in here

Tired of looking through you
I've found myself can you find you
Why I've made the face that bugs you
I won't design conversation around you
I made the face that bugs you

I won't design
Spyglass scans the fields
Hold my hand, still feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you

I've found myself can you find you
Why I made the face
I won't design

Written by LOEFFLER, JOSEPH / LOEFFLER, PETER / LOEFFLER, SAMUEL
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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