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CD Infinity On High - texty 2.část

30. června 2007 v 13:14 |  Fall Out Boy
Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?
Whoa oh oh oh.
Whoa oh oh oh.
A penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insides,
Or a fortune for your disaster.
And I'm just a painter and I'm drawing a blank.

We only want to sing you to sleep,
In your bedroom speakers, whoa.
We need umbrellas on the inside.
Get me just right.

They say quitters never win,
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship.
There's a world outside of my front door,
That gets off on being down.

Oh oh oh oh.

I could learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all.
And I can't stop feeling sorry for myself.
Whoa.

We only want to sing you to sleep,
In your bedroom speakers, whoa.
We need umbrellas on the inside.
Get us right.


They say quitters never win,
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship.
There's a world outside of my front door,
That gets off on being down.
They say quitters never win,
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship.
There's a world outside of my front door,
That gets off on being down.

We only want to sing you to sleep.
(Your bedroom speakers, whoa.)
We only want to sing you to sleep.

They say quitters never win,
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship.
There's a world outside of my front door,
That gets off on being down.
They say quitters never win,
But we walk the plank and we walk the plank.
There's a world outside of my front door,
That gets off on being down.

We're broken down on memory lane.
We're alone together, we're alone. (Woah.)
We're broken down on memory lane.
We're alone together, we're alone
The After Life Of The Party
I'm a stitch away from making it
And a scar away from falling apart, apart
Blood cells pixelate
And the eyes dialate
And the full moon pill's got me out on the street
At night

Could it last?
Watch you work the room
Could it last?
Watch you work the room
Could it last?
Watch you work the room
Could it last?
Watch you work the room

Oh, put love on hold
Young Hollywood is on the other line
And nose runs ruby red
Yeah, I sit on a double bed
Singing songs that could only catch me with the desperate

Could it last?
Watch you work the room
Could it last?
Watch you work the room
Could it last?
Watch you work the room
Could it last?
Watch you work the room
Could it last?

I'm a stitch away from making it,
And a scar away from falling apart, apart
Blood cells pixelate
And the eyes dialate
Cause I the way I feel,
it kills on the mouths of all my friends

Could it last?
Watch you work the room
Last
Watch you work the room
Could it last?
Watch you work the room

I'm a stitch away...
The Carpal Tunnel Of Love
We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say,
"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding"
And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones in a glass room.

Whoa-oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning

We keep the beat with your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend, and dreamed
We're just sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
Got postcards from my former self saying "how you been?"
We might of signaled fire just a little soon
(Somehow this disaster town)
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room

Whoa-oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa-oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning

It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
But I'm just tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter.

Whoa-oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa-oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning

Bang the Doldrums
I wrote, a goodbye note
in lipstick on your arm
when you passed out
I couldn't bring myself to call
except to call it quits

Best friends, ex-friends to the end
Better off as lovers and not the other way around
Racing through the city, windows down
in the back of yellow checkered cars

yooo ho ho,
whoaaa oh
oh yoo ho ho
whoaaa oh
yooo ho ho,
whoaaa oh
yoo ho ho,
whoaa oh.

(this city says)
Come, hell or high water
well I'm feeling hot and wet
and can't commit to a thing,
be it heart or hospital

Best friends, ex-friends to the end
Better off as lovers and not the other way around
Racing through the city, windows down
in the back
of yellow checkered cars

yooo ho ho,
whoaaa oh
oh yoo ho ho
whoaaa oh


yooo ho ho,
whoaaa oh
yoo ho ho,
whoaa oh.

(The tombstones are waiting
they were half engraved
they knew it was over)
Just didn't know the date

I cast a spell over the west
to make you think of me
same way I think of you
This is a love song in my own way
happily ever after, below the waist.

Best friends, ex-friends to the end
Better off as lovers

Racing through the city windows down
in the back of yellow checkerd cars

yooo ho ho,
whoaaa oh
oh yoo ho ho
whoaaa oh
yooo ho ho,
whoaaa oh
yoo ho ho,
whoaa oh.

Best friends, ex-friends to the end
Better off as lovers

Ex-friends to the end
Better of as whoah oh oh
Fame Infamy
I'm a preacher
Sweating in the pew
For the salvation
I'm bringing you
I'm a salesman
I'm selling you hooks, and plans
And myself, making demands

(Chorus)
When I'm home alone
I just dance by myself
And you pull my hips so close
Volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen"
The kid was alright
But it went to his head

I am God's gift
Why would He bless me with
Such wit without
A conscience equipped
I'm addicted to the way i feel
When I think of you
"There's too much green


To feel blue"

(Chorus)
When I'm home alone
I just cant stop myself
And you pull my hips so close
Volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen"
The kid was alright
But it went to his head

When I'm home alone
I just cant stop myself
And you pull my hips so close
Volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen"
I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head


You're Crashing, But You're No Wave
The D.A. is dressed to the nines
In the mirror he practices all his lines
To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads "the man hangs", but the jury doesn't

And everyone's looking for relief
United States versus disbelief
Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
Clear your throat and face the world
The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
Only breathing with the aid of denial.

Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)

He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked
On one to six the gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope or bated breath
Whichever you prefer

And everyone's looking for relief
A bidding war for an old flame's grief
The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse
Not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press prays for whichever headline's worse

Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)

Fresh pressed suit and tie
Unimpressed birds sing and die
Can talk my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict
"In the above entitled actions we find the defendant..."
Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...

Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic?
[x2]

(Whoaaa-ooo)
I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers
You're a canary, I'm a coal mine
Cause sorrow is just all the rage
Take one for the team
You all know what I mean

And I'm so sorry, but not really
Tell the boys where to find my body
New York eyes, Chicago thighs
Pushed up the window to kiss you off

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you

Do you remember the way I held your hand?
Under the lamp post and ran home
This way so many times
I could close my eyes

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
The truth
The truth

(Now press repeat)
 

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