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i am an arms dealer
fitting you with weapons in the form of words
don't really care which side wins
as long as the room keeps singing thats just the business i'm in
[this ain't a scene
its a *od d***ed arms race
this ain't a scene
its a *od d***ed arms race
this ain't a scene
its a *od d***ed arms race]
(im not a shoulder to cry on
but i digress)
{im a leading man
and the lies i weave are oh so intricate
oh so intricate
im a leading man
and the lies i weave are oh so intricate
oh so intricate}
i wrote the gospel on giving up(you look pretty sinking)
but the real bombshell has already sunk(prima-donnas of the gutter)
at night we're painting your trash gold
while you sleep
crashing not like hips or cars
no,more like p-p-p-parties
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(bandwagon's full
please catch another)
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all the boys who the dance floor didn't love
and all the girls whose mouth couldnt move fast enough
sing until your lungs give out
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