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- Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) Lyrics
Album: From Under The Cork Tree This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters But we never stood a chance And I'm not sure if it matters If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town Your secrets's out I know this hurts, it was meant to Your secret's out and the best part is, it isn't even a good one And it's mind over you don't (don't) matter This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters But it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming Into microphones for attention Because we're just so bored We never knew that you would pick it apart, oh I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts Your secerts's out I know this hurts, it was meant to Your secret's out and the best part is, it isn't even a good one And it's mind over you don't (don't) matter I used to obsess over living, Now I only obsess over you Tell me you like boys like me better In the dark lying in on top of you This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters I know this hurts, it was meant to Your secret's out and the best part is, it isn't even a good one And it's mind over you don't (don't, don't, don't) matter [talking:] From day one i talked about getting out But not forgeting about How all my worst fears were letting out He said why put a new address on the same old loneliness When breathing just passes the time Until we all just get old and die Now talkings just a waste of breath And livings just a waste of death And why put a new address on the same old loneliness? And this is you and me And me and you Until we've got nothing left
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