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FALL OUT BOY >> Merchandise Links
FALL OUT BOY
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "just friends" We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses I took a shot and didn't even come close At trust and love and hope And the poets are just kids who didn't make it Who never had it at all And the record won't stop skipping And the lies just won't stop slipping And besides my reputation's on the line We can fake it for the airwaves Force our smiles, baby, half dead From comparing myself to everyone else around me Please put the doctor on the phone because I'm not making any sense Blame everyone but me for this mess And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart We never seemed so far I'm hopelessly hopeful, that you're just hopeless enough But we never had it at all
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