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Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends

Fall Out Boy

From Under the Cork Tree


You are a getaway car - rush of blood to the head
But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed
You steer a rear view mirror - you make my head swim
I keep you warm and won't ask you where you've been

With your backless black dress soaked to the skin
When it's said and done they're all scrambling
And we're friends, we're friends
Just because we move units

Strike us like matches, 'cause everyone deserves the flames
We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame
At least everyone else is trying, everyone else is shining
Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame
Such a shame

The sounds of this small town make my ears hurt
(Make my ears hurt)
Oh yeah, you caught me
But I caught you way worse
They say, "You want a war? You've got a war."
But who are you fighting for?
The tides out, the ship's run aground
We drown traitors in shallow water

With your backless black dress soaked to the skin
When it's said and down they're all scrambling
And we're friends, we're friends
Just because we move units

Strike us like matches, 'cause everyone deserves the flames
We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame
At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining
Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame
Such a shame

Everyone is trying, everyone is shining
Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame
Such a shame

Strike us like matches, 'cause everyone deserves the flames
We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame
At least everyone else is trying, everyone else is shining
Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame
Compositor: Fall Out Boy

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