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Artist: Fall Out Boy Album: Folie A Deux Year: 2008 Genre: Rock
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You could have knocked me out with a feather. I know you’ve heard this all before, but we’re just Hell’s neighbors. Why, why, why won’t the world revolve around me? In my dreams trees grow all over the streets.
But I don’t know much about classic cars (cars), But I’ve got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke (coke). Down, set, one, hut, hut, hike, Media Blitz
Let’s hear it for America’s sweethearts But I must confess, I’m in love with my own sins. Let’s hear it for America’s sweethearts But I must confess, I’m in love with my own sins.
You can bow and pretend that You don’t, don’t know you’re a legend. Time, time, time hasn’t told anyone else yet. (..Sorry I just..) Let my love loose again.
I don’t know much about classic cars (cars), But I’ve got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke (coke). Down, set, one, hut, hut, hike, Media Blitz
Let’s hear it for America’s sweethearts But I must confess, I’m in love with my own sins. Let’s hear it for America’s sweethearts But I must confess, I’m in love with my own sins.
You could have knocked me out with a feather I know you’ve heard this all before
Let’s hear it for America’s sweethearts But I must confess, I’m in love with my own sins. Let’s hear it for America’s sweethearts I must confess, I’m in love with my own sins.
Sweethearts Let’s hear it for, let’s hear it Sweethearts Let’s hear it for, let’s Sweethearts.
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I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch
You’ll never catch us So just let me be Said I’ll be fine Till the hospital or American Embassy Miss Flack said I still want you back Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back
I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch And all I can think of Is the way I’m the one Who charmed the one Who gave up on you Who gave up on you
They say the captain Goes down with the ship So, when the world ends Will God go down with it? Miss Flack said I still want you back Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back
I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch And all I can think of Is the way I’m the one Who charmed the one Who gave up on you Who gave up on you
What a catch What a catch What a catch What a catch
[Elvis Costello:] I will never end up like him Behind my back, I already am Keep a calendar This way you will always know
I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch And all I can think of Is the way I’m the one Who charmed the one Who gave up on you Who gave up on you
[Gabe Saporta:] Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman Maybe he won’t find out what I know You were the last good thing [Travis McCoy:] We’re going down, down in an earlier round And sugar, we’re goin’ down swinging [Brendon Urie:] Dance, dance, we’re falling apart to halftime Dance, dance, and these are the lives you’d love to lead Dance, this is the way they’d love If they knew how misery loved me [Doug Does:] This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race [Alex DeLeon:] One night and one more time Thanks for the memories Even though they weren’t so great He tastes like you, only sweeter [William Beckett:] Growing up, growing up
I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch.
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If home is where the heart is then we’re all just fucked I can’t remember I can’t remember And I want it so bad I’d shoot the sunshine into my veins I can’t remember The good old days
And it’s kind of funny The way we’re wearing anchors on our shirts When being anchored or bored just feels like a curse
My mind is a safe And if I keep it in we all get rich My body is an orphanage We take everyone in Doing lines of dust and sweat off last night’s stage Just to feel like you
Milligrams in my head Burning tobacco in my wind chasing the direction Chasing the direction you went You’re a bottled star The planets align You’re just like Mars You shine in the sky You shine in the sky
Are all the good times getting gone? They come and go and go and come and go (come and go and come and go) Oh yeah I’ve got a lot of friends who are stars But some are just black holes
My mind is a safe And if I keep it in we all get rich My body is an orphanage We take everyone in Doing lines of dust and sweat off last night’s stage Just to feel like you
And it’s kind of funny The way we’re wearing anchors on our shirts When being anchored or bored just feels like a curse
My mind is a safe And if I keep it in we all get rich My body is an orphanage We take everyone in Doing lines of dust and sweat off last night’s stage Just to feel like you
If home is where the heart is then we’re all just f_cked.
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I’m coming apart at the seams Pitching myself for leads in other people’s dreams now Buzz, buzz, buzz Doc, there’s a hole where something was Doc, there’s a hole where something was
Fell out of bed, Butterfly bandage, but don’t worry You’ll never remember, your head is far too blurry.
Put him in the back of a squad car restrain that man He needs his head put through a catscan Hey editor, I’m undeniable! Hey doctor, I’m certifiable!
I’m a loose bolt of a complete machine What a match, I’m half doomed and you’re semi-sweet
So boycott love Detox just to retox And I’d promise you anything for another shot at life And perfect boys with their perfect lives Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (Wants to hear you sing about tragedy)
Little girl, you got me staring odd Or was that just a telescopic camera nod Painted dolls in the highway truckstop stalls Lot lizard scales cool your nightlife moods All the rookies leave your badge and your gun on the desk when you leave the room
I’m a loose bolt of a complete machine What a match, I’m half doomed and you’re semi-sweet
Boycott love Detox just to retox And I’d promise you anything for another shot at life And perfect boys with their perfect lives Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (Wants to hear you sing about tragedy)
Detox Just to retox Detox Just to retox Detox Just to retox Detox Just to retox
Detox (So boycott love) Just to retox Detox (Boycott love) Just to retox Detox (Boycott love) Just to retox Detox (Boycott love) Just to retox
So boycott love (Boycott love) Detox just to retox And I’d promise you anything for another shot at life And perfect boys with their perfect lives Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (Wants to hear you sing) Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (Wants to hear you sing about tragedy).
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I’m not a crybaby I’m the crybaby A caterpillar that got stuck Mr. Moth come quick with any luck A long walk to a dark ha-ha-house A roman candle heart keep us far apart I’m cocktail party doing all right Hate me baby, maybe I’m a piece of art
Oh my friends all lie and say They only want the best wishes from me Oh 3-2-1, we go live
Oh baby you’re a classic Like a little black dress You’re a faded moon Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess) And oh baby you’re a classic Like a little black dress But you’ll be faded soon Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
I can make your heart slow I can feel the weather in my bones Wish hard enough I could turn it to what I like Your pupils big rolling like dice
They say They only want the best wishes from me (They only want the best from me) Oh 3-2-1, we go live
Oh baby you’re a classic Like a little black dress You’re a faded moon Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess) And oh baby you’re a classic Like a little black dress But you’ll be faded soon Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
Not the boy I was the boy I am is just venting venting Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city Not the boy I was the boy I am is just venting venting Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city
They say They only want the best wishes from me (They only want the best from me) Oh 3-2-1, we go live
Oh baby you’re a classic Like a little black dress You’re a faded moon Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess) And oh baby you’re a classic Like a little black dress But you’ll be faded soon Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess).
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Sometimes I wanna quit this all and become an accountant now But I’m no good at math and besides the dollar is down Plant palm trees on Lake Michigan before it gets cold I gotta feel the wind chill again before I get old
I wanna scream ‘I love you’ from the top of my lungs But I’m afraid that someone else will hear me
You can only blame your problems on the world for so long Before it all becomes the same old song As soon as we hit the hospital I know we’re gonna leave this town And get new passports and get get get get get out now
All the Yes men said ‘no comment’ My mouth got going the wrong way and all the calls started snowing The time my dad caught me a horse shoe crab And I asked him if throwing it back into the sea would bring our luck back
I wanna scream ‘I love you’ from the top of my lungs But I’m afraid that someone else will hear me
You can only blame your problems on the world for so long Before it all becomes the same old song As soon as we hit the hospital I know we’re gonna leave this town And get new passports, get out now
Tell that boy I’ll leave you alone now Like a stone, I’ll turn my love down Supra and the prophet are both in the business of souls
I wanna scream ‘I love you’ from the top of my lungs But I’m afraid that someone else will hear me I wanna scream ‘I love you’ from the top of my lungs But I’m afraid that someone else will hear me
You can only blame your problems on the world for so long Before it all becomes the same old song As soon as we hit the hospital I know we’re gonna leave this town (know we’re gonna leave this town) And get new passports and get get get get get out, Get get get get get out now!
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Say my name and his in the same breath I dare you to say they taste the same Let the leaves fall off in the summer And let December glow in flames
Erase myself and let go Start it over again in Mexico These friends, they don’t love you They just love the hotel suites, now
I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me The best of us can find happiness in misery Said, I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me The best of us can find happiness in misery
Oh take a chance, let your body get a tolerance I’m not a chance, put a heat wave in your pants Pull a breath like another cigarette Pawnshop heart trading up (trading up)
On the oracle in my chest, Let the guitar scream like a fascist Sweat it out, shut your mouth free love on the streets but in the alley it ain’t that cheap, now
I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me The best of us can find happiness in misery Said, I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me The best of us can find happiness in misery
Said, I don’t care just what you think as long as it’s about me, you said I don’t care just what you think as long as it’s about me, I said I don’t care (I don’t care) Said, I don’t care (I don’t care) Said, I (I) don’t (don’t) care (care) I (I) don’t (don’t) care (no I don’t) I don’t care, (I said) I don’t care, (I said) I (I) don’t (don’t) care (care)
I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me The best of us can find happiness in misery Said, I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me The best of us can find happiness in misery.
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Wishes bounce me weightless The infrared scope on pointlessness The bulls are sedated And this fight’s fixed Don’t feel bad for the suicidal cats Gotta kill themselves nine times before they get it right The P.A. system keeps my heart heart beating tonight
Oh hell yes I’m a nervous wreck Oh hell yes The drugs just make me reset Knock once for the father Twice for the son Three times for the holy ghost
Come on in, the water’s warm Come on like a sugar cube but with a kick in the head Like putting wings on lead And your eyes are blocking my starlight I’m the last of my kind And that’s all that should matter t-t-to you
Follow the disorganized religion of my head And we’ll never get through customs Let’s just take off again instead Got my degree in the gutter, My heart broken in the dorms of the ivy league
Oh hell yes I’m a nervous wreck Oh hell yes The drugs just make me reset Knock once for the father Twice for the son Three times for the holy ghost
Knock once for the father Twice for the son Three times for the holy ghost
I’m a nervous wreck I’m a nervous wreck I’m a nervous wreck huh I’m a n-n-nervous wreck I’m a nervous wreck I’m a nervous wreck Oh hell yes The drugs just make me reset (The drugs just make me reset) Knock once for the father (for the father) Twice for the son Three times for the holy ghost Three times Three times for the holy ghost Three times Three times for the holy ghost.
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Mr. Sandman showing his beam When he walks into the room the walls lean in to listen Surfed out brain waves flick back and forth Like old headlights sniffing model glue again Head like a steel trap Wish I didn’t I didn’t I didn’t I didn’t I didn’t I didn’t I didn’t I don’t just want to be a footnote in someone else’s happiness
Does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band? Does he know the way Does he know the way Of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night?
But I will never end up like him Behind my back I already am Keep a calendar, this way you will always know
The last time you came through Oh darling I know what you’re going through The last time you came through Oh darling Oh darling Oh darling…
Aw Tempest in a teacup Get unique Peroxide princes shine like shark teeth It’s a sign (it’s a sign) It’s a sign (it’s a sign) It’s a sign-what if you peaked early?
Does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band? Does he know the way Does he know the way Of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night?
Does he Does he know the way I worship Our love? Does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?
But I will never end up like him Behind my back I already am Keep a calendar, this way you will always know
The last time you came through Oh darling I know what you’re going through The last time you came through Oh darling Oh darling Oh darling…
Does your husband know? Does your husband know? Does your husband know? Does he know, does he know, does he know? Oh oh…
But I will never end up like him Behind my back I already am Keep a calendar, this way you will always know
The last time you came through Oh darling I know what you’re going through The last time you came through Oh darling I know what you’re going through.
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Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Wa aoh oh ooh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Wa aoh oh ooh
Life’s just a pace-car on death Only less diligent And when the two collide It’s no coincidence The lights are on and everybody’s home
The only thing suicidal here is the doors We had a good run Even I have to admit Life’s just a pace-car on death Only less diligent
Hell or glory I don’t want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes And daddy said “you gotta show the world the thunder” Woah oh oh The thunder Woah oh oh The thunder Woah oh oh The thunder
Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Wa aoh oh ooh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Wa aoh oh ooh
We didn’t come to compete This is a demonstration Even the young ones become irrelevant They always bring up how you’ve changed Never the same person when I go to sleep As when I wake up As when I wake up Bop bop ba dop Ba dop op ba dop Ba dop op ba dop Ba dop op ba dop
Hell or glory I don’t want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes And daddy said “you gotta show the world the thunder” Woah oh oh The thunder Woah oh oh The thunder Woah oh oh The thunder Woah oh oh
Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Wa aoh oh ooh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Wa aoh oh ooh
Hell or glory I don’t want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes And daddy said “you gotta show the world the thunder” Woah oh oh The thunder Woah oh oh The thunder Woah oh oh The thunder
Woah oh oh He said “bring the thunder!” Woah oh oh The thunder Woah oh oh The thunder Woah oh oh oh oh.
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