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Вершы: Fall Out Boy. It's Hard To Say.

I speak fast and I'm not gonna repeat myself, no
So listen carefully to every word I say
I'm the only one who's gonna get away
With making excuses today

You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have
Blackmailed myself 'cause I ain't got anyone else
This is a stick up, give us all your inspiration
I've got the red carpet blues, baby

So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound
But don't get the wrong idea
We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you

And there's nothing in your head or pocket
Throat or wallet that could change just how this goes
No, we're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you

When I said that I'd return to you I meant more like a relapse
Now and again I think his and her's, for better or worse
But the only ring I want buried with me
Are the ones around my eyes

You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have
I've got the red carpet blues baby

So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound
But don't get the wrong idea
We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you

And there's nothing in your head or pocket
Throat or wallet that could change just how this goes
And everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat

Put your hands in the air and don't make a sound
But don't get the wrong idea
We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you

And there's nothing in your head or pocket
Throat or wallet that could change just how this goes
Everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat

But don't get the wrong idea
We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you