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Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene ...)
by Fall Out Boy



This has been said so many times that I m not sure if it matters
But we never stood a chance
And I'm not sure that it matters
If you are the shores. I am the waves begging for big moons
I'm adding letters to addresses in a ghost town

I know this hurts. It was meant too
Your secrets out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And its mind over (you don't) matter.

This has been said so many times that I m not sure if it matters
But it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming
Into microphones for attention
Because we're just so bored
I never knew that you would pick it apart. Oh
Im falling apart to songs about hips and hearts

I know this hurts. It was meant too
Your secrets out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And its mind over (you don't) matter.

I used to obsess over living.
Now I only obsess over you
Tell me you'd like boys like me better
In the dark lying on top of you
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters.


This has been said so many times that I m not sure if it matters
This has been said so many times that I m not sure if it matters

I know this hurts. It was meant too
Your secrets out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And its mind over (you don't) matter.

(From day one I talked about getting out.
But not forgetting about
All my worst fears are letting out.
He said why put a new address on the same old loneliness.
When breathing just passes the time.
Until we all just get old and die.
Now talking's just a waist of breath.
And livings just a waist of death.
And why put a new address.
On the same old loneliness.
And this is you and me.
And me and you.
Until we've got nothing left.)
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Lyrics submitted by Sam.