I spent most of last night dragging this lake
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for the corpses of all my past mistakes
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sell me out - the joke's on you
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we are salt - you are the wound
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empty another bottle
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and let me tear you to pieces
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this is me wishing you
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into the worst situations
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I'm the kind of kid
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that can't let anything go
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but you wouldn't know a good thing
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if it came up and slit your throat
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Woah <i>[x2]
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Ooo
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Woah <i>[x2]
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Your remorse hasn't fallen on deaf ears
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rather ones that just don't care
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cause I know
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that you're in between arms somewhere
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next to heartbeats
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where you shouldn't dare sleep
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Now I'll teach you a lesson
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for keeping secrets from me
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Take your taste back
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peel back your skin
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and try to forget how it feels inside
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you should try saying no once in a while
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oh once in a while
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[x2]
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And did you hear the news?
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I could dissect you
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and gut you on this stage
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not as eloquent as I may have imagined
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but it will get the job done (you're done)
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every line is plotted and designed
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to leave you standing
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on your bedroom window's ledge
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and everyone else that it hits
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that it gets to
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is nothing more than collateral damage
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Take your taste back
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peel back your skin
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and try to forget how it feels inside
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you should try saying no once in a while
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oh once in a while
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[x2]
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My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon
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| Fall Out Boy |
