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Desperate Storyline
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I hear them talking. Theyre seeing through me.
A lush hes charming, oh.
London lighting shifting over me. I hear them talking.
Keep calm, keep classy girl,
and everything is fine the pressure of our faulty jurors.
Keep calm, keep classy girl, and everything is fine just lean onto my drunken slur.
Well wont you lean in close as I rehearse,
and listen to these special words.
Get up, get up, up, get up, get up
and lean in close as I rehearse.
Well wont you lean onto my drunken slur,
and listen to these special words.
Get up, get up, up, get up, get up
and lean in close as I rehearse.
Dear this is just desperate story line.
Well what did they say, well they said nothing, and did nothing to quell the crowd.
I saw her reading from the page, memorizing like a screenplay, but this verse is already done.
Keep calm, keep classy girl, and everything is fine, everything is just fine.
Keep calm, keep classy girl, and everything is fine just lean onto my drunken slur.
Well wont you lean in close as I rehearse,
and listen to these special words.
Get up, get up, up, get up, get up
and lean in close as I rehearse.
Well wont you lean onto my drunken slur,
and listen to these special words.
Get up, get up, up, get up, get up
and lean in close as I rehearse.
Dear this is just desperate story line.
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When you were there he was there talking your ear off.
Tangier is lit with neon skies that light my nerves up.
Your words mean nothing, your sweat means nothing,
it just gets our agent paid.
To keep the stories down, to keep the stories straight.
She kind of strays and starts to dance up on the
dance floor.
Backing up, he starts to dance up on the dance floor.
Dilated, and I can hardly take anymore.
My bodys shaking, and I can hardly take anymore.
Once your holding I cant get enough, and what your bumping I cant get enough.
Once I got it, whoa. And I got it, whoa.
They pull you out from the moment
you start to hesitate.
A choir of voices and the cadence my breath imitates.
My lungs gave out but it was only seconds that I take.
In a sea of red cups we are about to drop.
She kind of strays and starts to dance up on the
dance floor.
Backing up, he starts to dance up on the dance floor.
Dilated, and I can hardly take anymore.
My bodys shaking, and I can hardly take anymore.
Once your holding I cant get enough, and what your bumping I cant get enough.
Once I got it, whoa. And I got it, whoa.
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What do we get for free.
And they move in sly race headaches for me.
And dear its in bad form.
Buttoned up sweet in pink powder cheeks.
If you go, I go and if you dont, I dont.
How could I have known your patient temper is considered tact.
I want it back, A.D.D. clichés and caffeine tracks.
Its fact I want it back, shaking tambourines
like sugar packs.
Its fad,
I only panic for the boys who are so tragically torn.
Go, dont go. Phone from the show,
black feathers are your homes classy and proper?
Fact, I want it back.
You can dress me up in a pleasing black.
Its fact, I want it back. You can keep me here if you ask.
Its fad,
I only panic for the boys who are so tragically torn.
They never wanted to be loved, they are so tragically torn.
If you go, I go and if you dont, I dont.
Its fad or poise we get it.
Its fad,
I only panic for the boys who are so tragically torn.
They never wanted to be loved, they are so tragically torn.
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Shes been calling me with questions late at night,
just to call me out a liar.
Now theres two bright eyes over a hand cuffed mouth your angst annoys like your desire.
Girl I think theres something you should know.
I saw that room from a picture late last night her eyes were sparkling like diamonds.
You feel the rise of complacency, then I see you at our show the next day,
you said your words are great but they mean nothing.
Cause you grow sturdy bones and you move like
you own, all of the pageant baby, a three-pin ribbon baby. Cause you grow sturdy bones and they move like they own,the blood in your heartbeat baby, the blood in your heartbeat baby.
Girl I think theres something you should know.
Shes been calling me with questions late at night,
just to call me out a liar.
Now there are two bright eyes wide over a hand cuffed mouth your angst annoys like your desire.
Girl I think theres something you should know.
Cause you grow sturdy bones and you move like
you own, all of the pageant baby, a three-pin ribbon baby. Cause you grow sturdy bones and they move like they own,the blood in your heartbeat baby, the blood in your heartbeat baby.
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