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A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z Ballad For The Lost Romantics I've grown sick I've gotten older I finally have an audience to ignore me I can yell all I want But you still can't hear me I'm punching myself out Holding in my breath I can take this lightly Throwing up the words that I said to you I always do what I'm not supposed to Here's to us fools That have no meaning I tip my glass to you Let's toast the night away to friends And forget about tomorrow I might say things you don't want to hear But someday you might care and I won't be there No I won't be there here's to us fools That have no meaning I tip my glass to you Let's toast the night away to friends And forget about tomorrow I'm punching myself out Holding in my breath I can yell all I want Throwing up the words that I said to you I always do what I'm not supposed to Here's to us fools that have no meaning I tip my glass to you Let's toast the night away to friends And forget about tomorrow |
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