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SINGER: Taking Back Sunday
SONG:Follow The Format
Make a big scene make this glass house my coffin you missed the big picture well it's the words that you're coughing out on your sleeve so forge my sins here in song well i'm telling you now what you've known all along and it's tired, so true, more subtle than you there's a lull in the stereo it's calling for you (calling for you) it's calling for you Well i'm a slave to my vices (it's true) they've all been renamed as a crutch so drag my name and my face through the mud you're better at confronting me showing just how vicious you could be do what you came here to do (do what you came here to do) trigger finger gets you pointed in the right direction my new found discretion It's not a lie if you believe it it's no mistake if it's always repeated it's not a lie if you believe it it's no mistake if it's always repeated Shall we call it quits or just wait? (it's not a lie if you believe it) even, even if my last name rhymes with your rescue of hear say do not say you know (it's no mistake if its repeated) call me out it's not a lie (it's such a lie) but i don't need to hear it from you so what's another word for (i don't need to hear it from you) what's another word for (don't need to hear it from you) what's another word for (i don't need to hear it from you) what's another word for (don't need to hear it from you) it gets easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time) easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time) easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time) easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time) show us just how vicious you could be
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