Brand New - Okay I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't (Deja Entendu, 2003) | Текст песни

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• Okay I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't (Deja Entendu, 2003)

I am heaven sent. Don't you dare forget. I am all you've ever wanted. What all the other boys all promised. Sorry I told. I
just needed you to know. I think in decimals and dollars. I am the cause to all your problems. Shelter from cold. We're
never alone. Coordinate brain and mouth. Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out. I wish I knew. I hope
this song starts a craze. The kind of song that ignites the airwaves. The kind of song that makes people glad to be where
they are with who ever they're there with. This is war. Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore. I hope
you come down with something they can't diagnose, don't have the cure for. Holding on to your grudge. Oh, it's so hard to
have someone to love. And keeping quiet is hard. Cause you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start. At least
pretend you didn't want to get caught. We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fight. I
just wanna believe... in us. Oh, were so contraversial. We are entirely smooth. We admit to the truth. We are the best at
what we do. And these are the words you wish you wrote down. This is the way you wish your voice sounds. Handsome and smart.
Oh, my tongue's the only muscle
in my body that works harder than my heart. And it's all from watching TV. And from speeding
up my breathing. Wouldn't stop if I could. Oh, it hurts to be this good. You're holding on to your grudge. Oh, it hurts to
always have to be honest with the one that you love. Oh, so let it go. We're consentrating on falling apart. We were
contenders, now throwing the fight. I just wanna believe... We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now
throwing the fight. I just wanna believe... in us. This is the craze only we can bestow. This is the price you pay for loss
of control. This is the break in the battle. This is the closest of calls. This is the reason you're alone. This is the
reason you fall. We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fight. I just wanna believe...
We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fight. I just wanna believe... in us.

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