Fall Out Boy - Music or the Misery [From Under The Cork Tree 2005] | Текст песни

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The Music Or the Misery
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters,
Сorrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead,
I shot it in the chest then in the head.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way
I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs,
It was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death,
I am indifferent, yet (I am a total wreck)
I'm every cliche, but I simply do it best.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way
I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs,
It was competition,
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
(Go!)
I went to sleep a poet, and I woke up a fraud,
To calm your nerves I'm feeling for my clothes in the dark.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.

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