Monday, February 22, 2010

the whole truth, and nothing but...

"I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me
You can only blame your problems on my 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 get new passports and get get get get get out now"

The (shipped) gold standard-fall out boy

this is only about you.

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