| Turn low the radio, I think I hear my dad, yelling at the band |
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| Let this trainwreck burn more slowly, kids are victims in this story |
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| It's useless my name has made the list and I wish I gave you one last kiss. |
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| Words like forever, they scare the **** out of me |
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| His pants are super tight. oh yeah. |
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| I remember shots without a chaser, absent minded |
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| And I'd laugh when I think about the past when I see you after class you're hating everything |
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| Look to the past and remember a smile and maybe tonight I can breathe for a while |
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| She's on a mission and I'm collateral damage. ( that's what she wanted) She's the flower that you place on my casket. |
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| Can't count all the eyes that stare. Can't count all the things they see. She kills with no life to spare just victims are left to bleed. |
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| I will go down as your lover, your friend |
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| When I needed you most, when I needed a friend, you let me down now like I let you down then. |
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| And although she saw the mark the arrow missed. |
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| A day late, a buck short, I'm writing the report on losing and failing. |
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| Ease away the problems and the pain, the girl chose the guy that makes you want to kick and scream. |
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| This things at a frat house but people are cool there. |
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| I think about the times she kissed me after class and, she put up with my friends, I acted like an ass. |
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| I show up at 3 am, she's still up watching vacation and I see her pretty face. It takes me away to better place. |
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| I hear the phone it rings so violently. Can't leave my room can't breathe since she left me |
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| The webs from all the spiders, catching things and eating their insides. |
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| And do you think it's right for Tom to spend another night writing songs about all the people he thinks are gay. |
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| Made my entrance avoided hazard checked my engine I fell behind. |
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| Late night, come home. Work sucks, I know. |
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| Space travels in my blood, there ain't nothing I can do about it |
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| I used to hate the lipstick, it stained and tasted so sick. The pantyhose and the bras she threw on my guitars. |
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