Taking Back Sunday
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Make a big scene make this glass house my coffin, you missed the big picture but it's the words that you're coughing up out on your sleeve so forge my sins here in song well i'm telling you now what you've known all along And it's tiredsome, true, more subtle than you, there's a blur in the stereo it's calling for you it's calling for you Well i'm a slave to my vices they've all been renamed as your crutch so drag my name and my face through the mud couldn't think of better things
show us just how vicious you can be do what you came here to do
Trigger, finger guess who point it in the right direction, my new-found discretion It's not a lie if you believe it it's no mistake if it's always repeated it's not a lie if you believe it it's no mistake if it's always repeated it's not a lie if you believe it it's no mistake if it's always repeated
it's not a lie if you believe it
it's no mistake if it's always repeated
it's not a lie if you believe it
it's no mistake if it's always repeated But i don't need to hear it from you what's another word for? i don't need to hear it from you what's another word for? i don't need to hear it from you what's another word for? don't need to hear it from you And guilt's easier with dull sense of time easier with dosage of time easier with dull sense of time easier with dosage of time easier with dull sense of time easier with dosage of time easier with dull sense of time easier with dosage of time show us just how vicious you can be to me
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