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My Chemical Romance Life On The Murder Scene

week for my shotgun Pick up the phone Pick up the phone fucker I wanna see what you're insides look like I bet you're not fuckin pretty on the inside

the dress your husband hates Lay down, mark the grave Where the search lights find us Drinking by the musalium door And they found you on the bathroom

jumping out the second floor? I'm not okay. I'm not, okay. I'm not okay, you wear me out. What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems

Swelled up from the rain, clouds move like a wraith Well after all, we\'ll lie another day And through it all We\'ll find some other way To carry on through

been holding on tonight [Chorus] What's the worst that I could say? Things are better if I stay So long and goodnight So long and goodnight And if you carry on

that you never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever ever... Ever... Get the feeling that you're never All alone and I remember now At the top of my lungs in my

week for my shotgun Pick up the phone Pick up the phone fucker I wanna see what you're insides look like I bet you're not fuckin pretty on the inside

carry on, and on, and on I wouldn't front the scene if you payed me I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on, and on, and on, and on Love

In the dress your husband hates Lay down, mark the grave Where the search lights find us Drinking by the musalium door And they found you on the bathroom