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Titre : This Ain'T A Scene, It'S An Arms Race [Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog]
Album : Infinity On High
Année : 2007
Paroles :
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, oh-so intricate
I'm 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 bombshells have already sunk
(primadonnas 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, oh-so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And all 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, oh-so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate

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Titre : Thnks fr th Mmrs [Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog]
Album : Infinity On High
Année : 2007
Paroles :
I'm gonna make you bend and break
(It sends you to me without wait)
Say a prayer but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show
(Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you got
Better put your fingers back to the keys

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"

Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for (except for)
When you look into the past (look into the past)
One night stand (one night stand off)

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"

They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"

One night and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"

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Titre : Dance, Dance [Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog]
Album : From Under The Cork Tree
Année : 2006
Paroles :
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse.
Barely stuttered out, "A joke of a romantic," stuck to my tongue.
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic.
Tonight it's "It can't get much worse" vs. "No one should ever feel like..."

I'm two quarters and a heart down.
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds.
These words are all I have so I'll write them.
So you need them just to get by.

(whispered part - Pete)
We're going into D-Minor.

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time.
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead.
Dance
This is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me.

You always fold just before you're found out.
Drink up it's last call, last resort, but only the first mistake.

I'm two quarters and a heart down.
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds.
These words are all I have so I'll write them.
So you need them just to get by.

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine,
You've been saving for his mattress, love.

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time.
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead.
Dance
This is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me.

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine,
You've been saving for his mattress.
I only want sympathy in the form of you,
Crawling into bed with me.

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time.
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead.
Dance
This is the way they'd love. (Way they'd love.)
Dance
This is the way they'd love. (Way they'd love.)
Dance
This is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me.

Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance

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Titre : Sugar, We're Goin Down [Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog]
Album : From Under The Cork Tree
Année : 2006
Paroles :
Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
[x2]

Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
[x2]

Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down (down, down)
Down, down (down, down)
We're going down, down (down, down)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

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Titre : The Take Over, The Breaks Over [Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog]
Album : Infinity On High
Année : 2007
Paroles :
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.

But don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend.

We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.

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

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines, ohhh.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend.

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places.
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 ever forgot about me.
We don't fight fair.
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
We don't fight fair.