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May 02, 2005 21:58

Hey there babe, don't mean to cut you off,
but I've heard enough lies and you're dying to get caught.
I'll let you go call all your friends.
"Oh my god! Let me describe to you this guy,
his name is Ken, he's in this band that writes such,
awful songs about me all the time."
You're goddamn right!
- The Starting Line

Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness
All of our moves make up for the silence
And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase
Like I'll never be the same
- Fall Out Boy

Show me a swollen-headed hotshot son of a bitch
Who licks his lips caked with glory
And ghosts in fine suits will go dance with contracts in their hands
So alright I’ll say goddamn
The smoke and cameras will clear and then?
"We can’t surely lead them to their doom!"
"Yeah of course we can!
We’ll feed them shit till they’re full in their bellies
They’ll love the taste even more than the feeling
And if they build that tower it will fall down
Just like the last time"
-Gatsby's American Dream
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