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Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas Take This to Your Grave Infinity on High From Under the Cork Tree



Title: Fame InfamyArtist:Fall Out BoyAlbum:N/A
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I'm a preacher
Sweating in the pew
For the salvation
I'm bringing you
I'm a salesman
I'm selling you hooks
And plans
And myself
making demands

When I'm home alone I just dance by myself
And you pull my head so close
volume goes with the truth
Signing off, I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head

And I am God's gift
why would He bless me
with wits without
A conscience equipt
And I'm addicted to the way I feel
when I think of you
Too much Gray to
feel blue

When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my Head so close
volume goes with the truth
Signing off, I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head

When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close
volume goes with the truth
Signing off, I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head