Letras:Fall Out Boy. Folie À Deux. The (Shipped) Gold Standard.

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Sometimes I wanna quit this all
and become an accountant now.
But I'm no good at math and
besides the dollar is down.

plant our trees on Lake Michigan
before it gets cold.
I gotta feel the wind chill again
before I get old.

I want to scream I love you from the top of my lungs.
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me.

You can blame your problems on the world for so long.
Before it all becomes the same old song.
As soon as we hit the hospital
I know we're gonna leave this town.
And keep new passports
and get get get get get out now!

All the "s" men said "no comment".
My mouth got "go away".
Wrong way and all the cost that it's a no win.

The time my dad called me a horse shoe crab.
And I asked him if throwing it back
into the sea would bring our luck back?

I want to scream I love you from the top of my lungs
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me.

You can blame your problems on the world for so long.
Before it all becomes the same old song.
As soon as we hit the hospital
I know we're gonna leave this town.
And keep new passports.
Get out now!

Tell that boy I'll leave you alone now.
Like a store I'll turn my love down.
Soon we're in the profit of both in the business of soul.

I want to scream I love you from the top of my lungs.
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me.
I want to scream I love you from the top of my lungs.
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me.

You can blame your problems on the world for so long.
Before it all becomes the same old song.
As soon as we hit the hospital I know we're gonna leave this town.
And keep new passports.
get get get get get out.
get get get get get out now!