FALL OUT BOY

THE TAKE OVER (THE BREAKS OVER)

Baby, seasons change but people don't
And I'll always be waiting in the back room
I'm boring, but overcompensate with
Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography

Don't pretend you'll ever forget about me
Don't pretend you'll ever forget about me

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your way for fashion magazines
Widow or a divorcee?

Don't pretend it, don't pretend

We don't fight fair

They say your head could be your prison
Then these are just conjugal visits,
People will dissect us 'til
This doesn't mean a thing anymore

Don't pretend you'll ever forget about me
Don't pretend you'll ever forget about me

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your way for fashion magazines
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend it, don't pretend

We do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces
We're dropped and well concealed
In secret places (x2)

We don't fight fair (x5)

We do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces
We're dropped and well concealed
In secret places (x2)

We don't fight fair

With smiles on our faces
We're dropped and well concealed
In secret places

(WE DON'T FIGHT FAIR)

Don't pretend you'll ever forget about me
(WE DON'T FIGHT FAIR)
Don't pretend you'll ever forget about me

We don't fight fair

THİS AİN'T A SCENE, İT'S AN ARMS RACE
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on
But, I digress

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate
ooo,ooo,ooo,oooooo[x2]

I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have 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

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
Bandwagon's full
Please, catch another

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate
ooo,ooo,ooo,oooooo[x2]

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And the girls who's lips couldn't move fast enough
Sing, until your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a Scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a Scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a Scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a Scene, it's a god damn arms race

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate
ooo,ooo,ooo,oooooo[x2]

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