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Fall Out
Boy - The Carpal Tunnel Of Love Lyrics
[Version 1:]
We take sour sips
From life's lush lips
We shake shake shake the
hips
In relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to
the sun and say "I know"
You're only blinding to
keep back what the clouds are hiding
And we might have started
singing just a little too soon
We're throwing the stones
in a glass room
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable
story
Whoa ah oh far from the
genuine becoming
We keep the beat,
With your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the
mockingbirds, singing
Slept through the weekend
And dream
Sinking with the melody
of the kiss of eternity
Your pulse comes from a
pharmacist, saying "how you been"?
We might have said goodbyes
just a little soon
(somehow this disaster town)
Our beliefs of kissing beats
over this room
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable
story
Whoa ah oh far from the
genuine becoming
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable
story
Whoa ah oh far from the
genuine becoming
It was ice cream headaches
and sweet avalanche
when the pearls in our shells
came out to dance
This is what you get for
abusing sweet love
Take off your clothes, it
hurts just right
Whatever happens I'm okay,
Diving into knives don't
cut me
Think you could find time
to call me when you get home?
Take your life apart, find
yourself with love
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable
story
Whoa ah oh far from the
genuine becoming
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable
story
Whoa ah oh far from the
genuine becoming
[Version 2:]
We take sour sips
From life's lush lips
And we shake shake shake
the hips
In relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to
the sun and say "I know"
You're only blinding to
keep back what the clouds are hiding
And we might have started
singing just a little soon
We're throwing the stones
in a glass room
Whoa ah oh we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa ah oh lovesongs so
genuinely cunning
We keep the beat,
With your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the
mockingbirds, singing
Slept through the weekend
And dream
We're sinking with the melody
of the kiss of eternity
Got postcards from my former
self, saying "how you been"?
We might have said goodbyes
just a little soon
(somehow this disaster town)
Our beliefs of kissing beats
over this room
Whoa ah oh we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa ah oh lovesongs so
genuinely cunning
Whoa ah oh we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa ah oh lovesongs so
genuinely cunning
It was ice cream headaches
and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells
came out to dance
You call me a bad tipper
of the cradle
But I’m tired yawns for
fawns on hunter’s lawns
We’re the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of
young wives
Take two years and call
me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine,
find yourself wetter
Whoa ah oh we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa ah oh lovesongs so
genuinely cunning
Whoa ah oh we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa ah oh lovesongs so
genuinely cunning
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