I'm holding out and I'm holding on
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to every letter and every song.
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I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet.
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Are you through with me?
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So..
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And when it all goes to hell,
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will you be able to tell
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me you're sorry with a straight face.
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[x2]
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Let's Go!
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I'm all ears and I'm all scars
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to hear you tell me "Boy's like you, you try too hard
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to look not quite as desperate". I'm hanging on.
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But I still know the way to make your makeup run.
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So..
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And when it all goes to hell,
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will you be able to tell
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me you're sorry with a straight face.
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[x3]
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And when it all goes to hell, (Take this to your grave)
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will you be able to tell
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me you're sorry with a straight face. (I'll take it to mine)
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And when it all goes to hell <i>[x3]
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And when it all goes.
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The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes
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| Fall Out Boy |
