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A scholarship named after your grave
Everything you do's a mistake
Well you just make more work,
You just make more work.
Fallen angels make mistakes,
They're picking on you and all that you make.
Did you ever want to cry?
Sharks! On Fire!
As if to prove you're still alive.
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No my friends can't understand that all these bands
Sound the same to me!
And if there's no regrets in indie rock,
Then I think I liked you better then, oh.
It's too late,
Running way too fast,
Running nowhere,
Sitting here.
At night I scale along the treelines,
As far as the leaves will take me.
I looked deep into the skyline,
To see the leaves trying to get back home to the earth.
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Drunk and making out
With a stranger you just met
While we play.
Which is better?
First impressions only matter to those who don't do anything with themselves.
(Well we'd rather have a dance off)
Who are we?
We're liars.
We're trying,
To Prove ourselves.
GO!
We had a dance-off in a thunderstorm.
Who are we?
I'm just a kid, just a kid.
We can only try so hard.
I'm just a kid, just a kid.
What more do you want!
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Say what you will say, and write it down in books
As if to say "You said it first".
Well, who cares?
Women are forgiven and forgotten all the time
So don't write about that shit, no,
With your books of rhyme and verse.
So I can't see
I keep my eyes closed late at night
So turn off your city lights
So I can't see
Who we are or what it means to be,
Well, anything at all.
And that's why there will always be songs that go a little bit like this.
So, say what you will say, and write it down in books
As if to say "You said it first".
Well, Fuck you!
Women are forgiven and forgotten all the time
So don't write about that shit, no,
With your books of rhyme and verse.
So forget your dreams and sleep
Don't turn off the radio!
Cuz they don't know what we know!
And if you forget one song,
If it makes you feel any better,
Well let it be this one.
Won't you let it be this one?
Giving thanks with open mouths and closed hearts
I'm sick of all of these parts
Where I lay in bed with nothing but bland typography in my head
Negative spaces and negative thoughts
Well I'm doing shots to blur these lines,
Descenders, terminals and spines
I think I'm forgetting spots
Broken hearts and broken tongues will never be out done
My fist fell apart in the night
When you thought I lost this one.
So I can't see, I keep my eyes closed late at night.
So turn off your city lights!
It's the same goddamn food
From the same fucking places
The same shitty meals with the same shitty
Faces share a name,
These people share a name
These places share the same name.
Well don't you see?
Yeah, we forgot it too.
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