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FALL OUT BOY
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed, In my aching head, I got my kisses slit. Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said, I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back. It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head. And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince, Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break. It was never about the songs, it was competition. Make the biggest scene, make the biggest... Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances. Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances. I'm casualty-obsessed and I've forgiven death, I am indifferent, yet (I am a total wreck) I'm every cliche, but I simply do it best. And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince, Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break. It was never about the songs, it was competition, Make the biggest scene, make the biggest... Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances. Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances. (Go!) I went to sleep a poet, and I woke up a fraud, To calm your nerves I'm feeling for my clothes and the door. Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances. Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances. Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
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