I am an arms dealer
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Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
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And don't really care which side wins
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As long as the room keeps singing
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That's just the business I'm in, yeah
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This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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I'm not a shoulder to cry on
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But I digress
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I'm a leading man
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and the lies I weave are, oh so intricate,
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Oh so intricate
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[x2]
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I wrote the gospel on giving up
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(You look pretty sinking)
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But the real bombshells have already sunk
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(Prima donnas of the gutter)
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At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
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Crashing not like hips or cars,
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No, more like p-p-p-parties
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This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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This bandwagon's full
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Please, catch another
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I'm a leading man
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and the lies I weave are, oh so intricate,
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Oh so intricate
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[x2]
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Yeahˇ¦
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Whoa-oh
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All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
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And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
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Sing, until your lungs give out
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This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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(Now you)
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This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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(Wear out the groove)
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This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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(Sing out loud)
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This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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(Oh, oh)
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This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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I'm a leading man
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and the lies I weave are, oh so intricate,
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Oh so intricate
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[x2]
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This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race
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| Fall Out Boy |
