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hey there delilah,
what's it like in new york city?
i'm a thousand miles away,
but girl tonight you look so pretty...
applause applause,
no wait, wait...
dear studio audience
i've an announcement to make..
it seems the artists these days are not what it seems..
so we'll pick back up on that on another page...
i tried to be someone else
but nothing seemed to change
i know now, this is who i really am
inside, finally found myself
fighting for a chance
i know now, this is who I really am...
times are strange
we got a free upgrade for
snakes on a plane.
******** em, i don't care.
bought the cheap champagne,
we're going down in flames, hey.
yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
subtle as a splinter
yeah my baby's smooth like sandpaper
warm just like the winter
screaming "catch me if you can"
with a cigarette in hand and it's love
it's heavy and it hurts and it's love.
who found mister fabulous?
not me, not me!
who got miss contagious?
everybody!
who found sister steering wheel?
got me, got me!
who got mrs. raw deal?
everybody!
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 goddamn arms race.
i'm not a shoulder to cry on, but i digress.
when i was a young boy
my father took me into the city
to see a marching band.
he said, "son, when you grow up
will you be the savior of the
broken, the beaten, and the damned."
he said, "one day I'll leave you
a phantom, to lead you in the summer,
to join the black parade."
i like where we are
when we drive in your car
i like where we are...here
'cause our lips can touch
and our cheeks can brush
well, our lips can touch...here
excuse me miss
i couldn't help but to
notice how alone you are
i dig the attitude and how you're
acting like you own the bar
got me flashing keys and
i don't even own a car
what's it like in new york city?
i'm a thousand miles away,
but girl tonight you look so pretty...
applause applause,
no wait, wait...
dear studio audience
i've an announcement to make..
it seems the artists these days are not what it seems..
so we'll pick back up on that on another page...
i tried to be someone else
but nothing seemed to change
i know now, this is who i really am
inside, finally found myself
fighting for a chance
i know now, this is who I really am...
times are strange
we got a free upgrade for
snakes on a plane.
******** em, i don't care.
bought the cheap champagne,
we're going down in flames, hey.
yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
subtle as a splinter
yeah my baby's smooth like sandpaper
warm just like the winter
screaming "catch me if you can"
with a cigarette in hand and it's love
it's heavy and it hurts and it's love.
who found mister fabulous?
not me, not me!
who got miss contagious?
everybody!
who found sister steering wheel?
got me, got me!
who got mrs. raw deal?
everybody!
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 goddamn arms race.
i'm not a shoulder to cry on, but i digress.
when i was a young boy
my father took me into the city
to see a marching band.
he said, "son, when you grow up
will you be the savior of the
broken, the beaten, and the damned."
he said, "one day I'll leave you
a phantom, to lead you in the summer,
to join the black parade."
i like where we are
when we drive in your car
i like where we are...here
'cause our lips can touch
and our cheeks can brush
well, our lips can touch...here
excuse me miss
i couldn't help but to
notice how alone you are
i dig the attitude and how you're
acting like you own the bar
got me flashing keys and
i don't even own a car
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