• And the record won't stop skipping, And the lies just won't stop slipping, And besides my reputation's on the line We can fake it for the airwaves, Force our smiles, baby, half dead.. From comparing myself, to everyone else around me Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm not making any sense, Blame everyone but me for this mess.. And my back has been breaking, from this heavy heart.. We never seemed so far, I'm hopelessly hopeful, that you're just hopeless enough But we never had it at all.. -Fall Out Boy

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