I dried my eyes, now I crust them with sleep
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I'll crust them over
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She begged me "don't hate me"
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She spun me a story
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Where winning looks like losing
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And I'm winning every time
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So thread spools sweetie, get ready
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Until my silk is sold
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Growing up
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Growing up
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Growing up
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Yeah
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I'll buy myself a new
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Yeah
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I'll buy myself a new
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I've dried my eyes, now it's "rushmore"
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I'm deep with futures like Chicago
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Glenview never meant a thing to me
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She never meant a thing to me
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Except for putting idealists in a body bag
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Forget it
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I'll go out tonight to piss on her doorstep
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And listen to the misfits "where eagles dare" to swallow whole
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Up
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Growing up
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Growing up
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Go!
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Whoa-oh-oh
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I guess I'm my own better half
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Whoa-oh-oh
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I guess I'm my own better half
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Whoa, yeah
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I guess I'm on my own
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Yeah, yeah
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I guess I'm on my own
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Yeah
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I guess I'm on my own
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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I guess I'm on my own
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Growing Up
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| Fall Out Boy |
