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Fall Out Boy, "Fourth of July"
I miss you in a joke one, too ...
And the bridges on the arm make the way back home ...
Oh I'm sorry, I don't love any other ...
You were my first star at night ...
My favourite part is cutting open all scars ...
Hell my doubt, bell a little out
You are my death
And I'm the only you can't live without
They could either cool the room the room
And oh, don't tell me you're fine ...
The fortune of small talk with the one you used to love
And I miss you in the June gloom, too ...
May the bridges I have burned light my way back home ...
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it ...
You were my Versailles at night ...
My 9 to 5 is cutting open old scars
Had my doubts, but I let them out
You are the drought
And I'm the holy water you have been without
They could heat or cool the room
And no, don't tell me you're crying ...
The torture of small talk with someone you used to love
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