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I've been casually dressed
Dressed as a casualty.
By the one they call
The one they call tragedy.
And I know, that you know, that I know
That this wouldn't last forever
And I knew I should've never believed you
When you said you'd try to keep us together.
The lies that you string
Catch up to the lives that you lead
When your mouth can't keep up with your feet.
I'll open my heart
When you open your eyes.
Because I've been waiting a long time.
Because I have been waiting a long time.
So where were you
When the lights were going down?
Because I thought I would see your face one more time
Before I left this fucking town.
And now I know that it was all a lie.
So you can take the words in this song
As the last time I will ever say goodbye.
The lies that you string
Catch up to the lives that you lead
When your mouth can't keep up with your feet.
I'll open my heart
When you open your eyes.
Because I've been waiting a long time.
Because I have been waiting a long time.
To let this out
To let you know.
That I have never been happier
Than the moment I let you go.
Because I have been waiting a long time.
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2. |
Highschool Sweethearts
02:25
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You fucking disgust me
And I think I hate you too.
There's a special place in hell
Reserved for people like you.
Dragging others face down through the dirt
Brought on by all of their attention
And your lack of self worth.
So get over yourself.
One day you will see the truth.
Just like all of the friends that left you
When you peaked in highschool.
This one's for the girls in the back rooms
Telling all the boys that they're hot shit now.
When will they realize?
I just want to break them
I just want to break them down.
This one's for the boys in the back seats
Telling all the girls that they're hot shit now.
When will they realize?
I just want to break them
I just want to break them down.
Jumping from bed to bed
Just like sinking ships.
Maybe they wouldn't treat you like a whore
If you stopped acting like it.
So drop the make up and the lies
And spend some time growing a goddamned spine.
Stop wasting all my fucking time.
And get over yourself.
One day you will see the truth.
Just like all of the friends that left you
When you peaked in highschool.
This one's for the girls in the back rooms
Telling all the boys that they're hot shit now.
When will they realize?
I just want to break them
I just want to break them down.
This one's for the boys in the back seats
Telling all the girls that they're hot shit now.
When will they realize?
I just want to break them
I just want to break them down.
I just want to break them
I just want to break them down.
This one's for the girls in the back rooms
Telling all the boys that they're hot shit now.
When will they realize?
I just want to break them
I just want to break them down.
This one's for the boys in the back seats
Telling all the girls that they're hot shit now.
When will they realize?
I just want to break them
I just want to break them down.
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3. |
It Must Be the Weekend
03:02
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We'll stay up 'til 4 am
Sit outside talking about nothing.
It must be the weekend.
And I'm still here with all my friends
Not a care in the world
With the world in our hands.
It must be the weekend.
It must be the weekend.
How did we get here again?
From Montreal to Hamilton
With all of Pat's hipster friends.
There's red cups in the backyard
Ben is probably passed out in his car.
I hope he didn't go too far.
We'll sing the whole night through
With Green Day and Blink 182.
(nanananananana)
And I don't need anything.
And there's no place I would rather be
Tonight.
We'll stay up 'til 4 am
Sit outside talking about nothing.
It must be the weekend.
And I'm still here with all my friends
Not a care in the world
With the world in our hands.
It must be the weekend.
It must be the weekend.
We'll sing the whole night through
With Green Day and Blink 182
(nanananananana)
And I don't need anything
And there's no place I would rather be
Tonight.
We'll stay up 'til 4 am
Sit outside talking about nothing.
It must be the weekend.
And I'm still here with all my friends
Not a care in the world
With the world in our hands.
It must be the weekend.
It must be the weekend.
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Pop-Punk from Toronto.
FFO: State Champs, The Story So Far, Knuckle Puck, Neck Deep.
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