Every pupil in the classroom will answer the same if you ask them 
Every mouth shout the message out as one 
Every girl weeps like the willow, every boy cries into his pillow 
Every tear disappears in the morning sun 
You don't need an indie song to figure out what's going on 

Tell me that I'm normal, tell me that I'm sane
Tell me that you feel this too 
All the dreams that we have had are gonna prove that we're not mad to you 

Every nose is a vacuum cleaner in the loved-up London arena
Every eye flies a dollar sign for me 
Every tongue will wag if you want it, every lung has a shadow on it 
Every [bad word] apart at the seams 
You don't need a mastermind to read between the long white lines
Tell me that I'm normal, tell me that I'm sane 
Tell me that you feel this too 
All the dreams that we have had are gonna prove that we're not mad to you

Well we all need reassurance as we play life's game of endurance 
Like a nice cup of tea or a cigarette
But don't lean too long on your [bad word] or you'll fall straight into the clutches 
Of those who see free expression as a threat 
You don't need a law degree to set your mind and spirit free
So tell me what the [bad word] is normal and who the [bad word] is sane? 
And why the [bad word] care anyway? 
All the dreams that we have had are gonna prove that we're all mad and that's OK