Closed Heart Surgery There's An 8 Percent Chance Lyrics
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Dvds, Tapes Stacked So High Reminders Of Good Things Lost In Time A Mess Of Pixels Dot The Screen was Anything Ever As It Seems Escape The Warmth Of Sunbeams We Cover The Shadows With Dark Daydreams If You Ever Need A Shoulder, Lean On Me I Never Thought I'd Miss The Way You Scream This Song Isnt About You But You Wish It Was Incisions Check To Reveall Vicious Cuts Decisons Are Best Without Malicious Lust Visions Are Dressed On That Suspicious Trust My Eyes Are Heavy, My Voice Is Coarse Hold Hands, Steady, Tryin To Shake Her Force Significant Other Imprisonment stutter She Has My Tongue, My Name In Blood The World Got Bigger And It Just Figures Theres Always A Brightside. Hey Mister!, Do The Things You Love Hold You Back I Have It In My Hands But I Cant Read The Map Just Point Me In The Right Direction Im On The Wrong Path, I Fucked Up At The Intersection With My Heart In Your Hand Make A Decision Love It Or Leave It I've Learned My Lesson With The Pain Im Sailin The Shores The Oceans To Deep, Couldnt Climb Aboard This Relationship Was Rich But Now Its Sinking started Titanic, What Was I Thinking I See Lights Blinking, Streets Dense With Fog Cold Crimson meet Lips Commense To Lock The Story Lacks Passion, Fashion. Too Late Cant Even Count The Lies She sold here Today
[Chorus] (Lost In The Memory Of You Sick And Tired Of All You Put Me Through Break The Bottle, Cut With Glass Open Eyes Forward I Only See The Past)
Ill Leave The Door Wide Open To Create The Chance Of A Second Helpin' It Still Plays On Deck, On Mixtape 8 I Really Want You To Stay, But Its Gettin Late Wrap Your Arms Around My Neck Get The Gun To Play Russian Roulette Pull Your Body Closer To Me With An 8 Percent Chance Close Your Eyes And Squeeze Confessions Of An Ex Left Pillows Cold Every Words Poison Down To Each Syllable We Never Had Answers Just (?) Glances You Werent Wrong But Never Took Right Chances I Guess We Lack Balance Not Our Ability To Sit But I Couldnt Stand Your Willingness To Drift Always Afraid Of What You Didnt Know Games Over But You Still Cant Hear The Whistle Blow
[Chorus] x2 (Lost In The Memory Of You Sick And Tired Of All You Put Me Through Break The Bottle, Cut With Glass Open Eyes Forward I Only See The Past)
This Pen Hasnt Touched Paper In Days Whats The Point? Whats Left To Say Theres Pictures, Drawings, Bitter Cold Mornings They Serve As The Price To Pay Pass Me The Book I'll Sign The Check I Said This Is The End, But Whats Next In Her Eyes Theres NOTHING Else And What The Hell Im Fine ALL BY MYSELF We're Two Of A Kind Like Window Shades Your Almost As Useless As Nick Lachey Face It, Embrace It, Stop Tryin To Chase It Chase Us. Like The Music, I Remain Basic To You, Your Friends, Tangled Up In Stems Our Rose Grew From Cement But Cut My Fingers too tough to grasp Im Done Writing You, No More Rough Drafts..
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