Twenty one pilots – stressed out

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Twenty one pilots are Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun, a schizoid pop band based in Columbus, Ohio. They have a new album Blurryface on Fueled By Ramen records.

Special thanks to Adele who tweeted about twenty one pilots’s video “Stressed Out.” Adele has great taste in music!

Twenty one pilots are currently on a world tour, partially with Echosmith and will be coming to a city near you.

Get the album:

iTunes: http://www.smarturl.it/blurryface
Google Play: http://www.smarturl.it/blurryface-gp
Amazon: http://www.smarturl.it/blurryface-az
Spotify: http://www.smarturl.it/TOP-Spotify
Webstore: http://www.smarturl.it/top_store

Find twenty one pilots on:

Site: http://twentyonepilots.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/twentyonepilots
Instagram: http://instagr.am/twentyonepilots
Twitter: http://twitter.com/twentyonepilots
YouTube: http://youtube.com/twentyonepilots
Tumblr: http://twentyonepilots.tumblr.com

Check out the video and lyrics for “Stressed Out” below.

I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn’t have to rhyme every time I sang,

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I’m insecure and I care what people think.
My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from,
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one,

It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.

My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face,
Saying, “wake up, you need to make money.”

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

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