Brace myself and let go, start it over again in Mexico. These friends, they don't love you yhey just love the hotel suites, now... I don't care what you think as long as it's about me. The best of us can find happiness in misery. Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance, I'm not a chance, but a heat wave in your pants. Pull a breath like another cigarette, palms up, I'm trading 'em (trading 'em)...
Fall out boy / I don't care



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This face means nothing, these hands feel nothing. These lungs are empty, these eyes are blind.
This face means nothing, these hands feel nothing. But I'm here.. </3