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TAKING BACK SUNDAY lyrics : "follow the format"

Make a big scene

Make this glass house my coffin


You miss the big picture


Well it's the words that you're coughin' out,

out on your sleeve


So forge my sins here in song


Well I'm telling you now what you've known all along

And it's tired, so true,


More subtle than you


There's a lull in the stereo

It's calling for you (calling for you)


It's calling for you




Well I'm a slave to my vices


It's true


They've all been renamed as a crutch

So drag my name and my face through the mud


You're better at confronting me


Showing just how vicious you can be

Do what you came here to do (do what you came here to do)


Trigger finger gets you pointed in the right direction


My new found discretion




It's not a lie if you believe it


It's no mistake if it's always repeated





It's not a lie if you believe it


It's no mistake if it's always repeated




Shall we call it quits or just wait? (It's not a lie If you believe it)


Even, even if my last name rhymes with your rescue of hear say


Do not say you know (It's no mistake if its repeated)

Call me out


It's not a lie (It's such a lie)


But I don't need to hear it from you

So what's another word for (I don't need to hear it from you)


What's another word for (I don't need to hear it from you)


What's another word for (I don't need to hear it from you)

What's another word for (I don't need to hear it from you)




It gets easier with doses of time (easier with dull sense of time)

Easier with doses of time (easier with dull sense of time)


Easier with doses of time (easier with dull sense of time)

Easier with doses of time (easier with dull sense of time)

Show us just how vicious you can be (be)





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