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| 1. |
| 3:26 | 
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(ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)
(ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) I've got that lefty curse Where everything I do is flipped And awkwardly reversed You're seldom known and barely missed I always put myself In destructive situations I need oxygen To be exposed where no one goes, where no one's been When it all comes crashing... (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) Now we've got a big, big Mess on our hands tonight. Sing it (ow) (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) Now we've got a big, big Mess on our hands tonight. Somebody get my phone So I can throw it in a public Pool and watch it float And as it slowly sinking down, Become a social ghost Inside a box, cut at the top To let some light shine in To remind me what I've done and where I've been When it all comes crashing... (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) Now we've got a big, big Mess on our hands tonight. Sing it (ow) (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) Now we've got a big, big, big, big Mess on our hands, on our hands. Don't give in, don't give up, I'll be gone. You don't look innocent enough. We're too young to be critics We won't miss anything at all Don't give in, don't give up I don't look innocent with this big, big mess on, I'll say something else. (woah) (woah) (woah oh) We've got a big, big mess Oh, we've got a big, big mess Oh, we've got a big, big mess A big, big mess Now we've got a big, big mess A big, big mess Now kick it! (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) Now we've got a big, big Mess on our hands tonight. Sing it (ow) (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) Now we've got a big, big, big, big Mess on our hands, on our hands, Don't give in, don't give up (we've got a big, big mess) I'll be gone. (a big, big mess) I don't look innocent enough We're too young to be cynics (we've got a big, big mess on our hands) We won't wish any harm at all Don't give in, don't give up (we've got a big, big mess) No one looks innocent with this big big mess on our hands tonight. (a big, big mess. we've got a big, big mess on our hands) When it all comes crashing. |
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| 2. |
| 3:51 |
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Hey, stop on a dime.
Take both your hands, reach them above, one at a time. Are you alone in here? I heard the voice so clearly. I tried not to breathe. Tried not to speak. Clamping my tongue between my teeth. Are you alone in here? I heard the voice so clearly say, Well, there are fine lines I've seen we are stuck in between. With separate eyes to use and throw aside. How we die, nobody wants to know. Who decides where everybody goes. Where everybody goes. Oh, no, this can't be it. I start to sweat. Haunted by all the things I've missed. This can't be right. I realize right then that it's me or him, yeah. There are fine lines I've seen we are stuck in between. With separate eyes to use and throw aside. How we die, nobody has to know. Who decides where everybody goes. Where everybody goes. (What if I don't?) Oh, no, I can't believe this. I don't know why this had to happen. I had no choice. Well, it was me or him. There's a fine line between what is justified or just obscene. Fragile lines to use and throw aside. How to die, nobody wants to know. Who decides where everybody goes. How we die, no, I will never know. Who decides where everybody goes. Who decides where everybody goes. |
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