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Fall Out Boy - The Music Or The Misery

I got my stitches stitched,
I got my fixes fixed,
And in my aching head
I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters,
corrected the grammar and sent them back.
Its true, romance is dead
I shot it in the chest then in the head.

And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way
I've never seen a heart i couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition,
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...

Which came first, the music or the misery?
Where high-fashion, were last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
Where high-fashion, were last chances.

I'm casually obsessed, And I've Forgiven Death,
I am indifferent yet (I am a total wreck),
I'm every cliche, but I simply do it best.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way
I've never seen a heart i couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition,
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...

Which came first, the music or the misery?
Where high-fashion, were last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
Where high-fashion, were last chances.

(Go!)

I went to sleep a poet, and I woke up a fraud,
To calm your nerves I'm feeling
for my clothes and the door.

Which came first, the music or the misery?
Where high-fashion, were last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
Where high-fashion, were last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
where high-fashion, were last chances.

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