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Fall Out Boy This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race Lyrics
I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And I don't really care, which side wins As long as the room keeps singing That's just the business I'm in This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate I wrote the gospel on giving up (You look pretty sinking) But the real bombshells have already sunk (Prima donnas of the gutter) At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep Crashing not like hips or cars No, more like p-p-p-parties This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race Bandwagon's full. Please, catch another I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate All the boys who the dance floor didn't love And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough Sing until your lungs give out This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Now you) This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Wear out the groove) This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Sing out loud) This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Oh, oh) This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate |
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we take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this disaster town You'll put your eyes to the sun and say "I know You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding" And we might have started singing just a little soon We're throwing stones at a glass moon Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning And we keep the beat With your blistered feet We bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing Slept through the weekend, and dreaming of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity Got postcards from my former selves saying "How you been?" We might of said goodbyes just a little soon (Stomp out of this disaster town) Robbing Lips,kissing banks Under this moon Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning It was icecream headaches and sweet avalanche When the pearls in our shells got up to dance You call me a bad tipper of the cradle But I'm just tired yawns for fawns on hunters lawns We're the has_beens of husbands- sharpening the knives of young wives. Take two years and call me when you're better... Take tears of mine and find yourself wetter Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning, Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning |
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I've loved everything about you that hurts, so
Let me see your moves, Let me see your moves Lips pressed this close to mine, True Blue But the prince of any failing empire knows that Everybody wants, everybody wants To drive on through the night If it's a drive back home Things aren't the same anymore Some nights, they get so bad You almost pick up the phone Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts And walk through this house in your shoes, You know it's strange It's a strange way of saying, I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you I've already given up on myself twice Third time is the charm, third time is the charm Threw caution to the wind But I've got a lousy arm And I've traced your shadows on the wall Now I kiss them whenever I'm down Whenever I'm down Figured on not figuring myself out Things aren't the same anymore Some nights, they get so bad I almost pick up the phone Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts And walk through this house in your shoes, You know it's strange It's a strange way of saying That I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you Born under a bad sign, but you saved my life That night on the roof of your hotel "Cross my heart and hope to die Splintered from the headboard in my eye" Photo-proofed kisses I remembered so well Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts And walk through this house in your shoes, You know it's strange It's a strange way of saying That I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you Now press repeat |
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