my heart is on my sleeve
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wear it like a bruise or blackeye
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my badge, my witness
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that means that i believed
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every single lie you said
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cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you
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and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you
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but there's a light on in chicago
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and i know i should be home
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all the colors of the street signs..
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they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
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she took me down and said:
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"boys like you are overrated. so save your breath."
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loaded words and loaded friends
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are loaded guns to our heads
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cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you
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and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you
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but there's a light on in chicago
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and i know i should be home
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all the colors of the street signs..
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they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
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you want apologies
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girl, you might hold your breath
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until your breathing stops forever, forever
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(...every pane of glass) the only thing you'll get
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is this curse on your lips:
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(every pane of) i hope they taste of me forever
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and there's a light on in chicago (every pane of glass)
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and i know i should be home (every pane of)
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all the colors of the street signs.. (every pane of glass!)
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they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's
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with every breath i wish your body will be broken again, again
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with every breath i wish your body would be broken again, again
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with every breath i wish your body will be broken again, again
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with every breath i wish your body would be broken again
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Chicago Is So Two Years Ago
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| Fall Out Boy |
