| I am an arms dealer fitting you with
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| Weapons in the form of words
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| And don't really care which side wins
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| Long as the room keeps singing, that's just the business I'm in
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| This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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| This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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| This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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| I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress
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| I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are
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| Oh, so intricate, oh, so intricate
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| I'm a leading man and the lines I weave are
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| Oh, so intricate, oh, so intricate
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| I wrote the gospel on giving up
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| (You're looking pretty sinking)
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| But the real bombshells have already sunk
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| (Prima donnas of the gutter)
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| At night, we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
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| Crashing not like hips or cars, no, more like p-p-p-parties
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| This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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| This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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| This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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| Bandwagon's full, please catch another
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| I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are
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| Oh, so intricate, oh, so intricate
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| I'm a leading man and the lines I weave are
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| Oh, so intricate, oh, so intricate
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| Whoa, oh oh oh
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| Whoo!
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| All the boys who
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| The dance floor didn't love
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| And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
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| Sing until your lungs give out
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| This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
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| This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Now you!)
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| This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Wear out the groove!)
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| This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Sing out loud!)
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| This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Oh, oh!)
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| This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race!
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| I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are
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| Oh, so intricate, oh, so intricate
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| I'm a leading man and the lines I weave are
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| Oh, so intricate, oh, so intricate |