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We traded our secrets For shortcuts and blankets We mapped out our futures As clouds drew around us How Atlas embraces Our guts like romantics We never expected The end so soon (Ah) With the cold dead eyes of ex-ramshackle DJs Falling off the plane like I'm sorry how you missed the parade (Drifted apart, drifted apart) Picking through the rubble with the ghosts of the Astoria (So leave the wrecking ball) Let the bands in the club match the bodies in the ground Say never! Never! Misplaced confidence! These boys are only adults It's happy hour for the wallflowers (Where do I stand?) Misplaced confidence! These rooms will always be so dumb Happy hour for the wallflowers So, yr town's run by criminals Closed yr clubs and sold you out, for what? Yr town's run by criminals They sold you out, they sold you out Yr town's run by criminals (Yr town's run by criminals) Sold you out and closed yr clubs, for what? Yr town's run by criminals You're almost all, you're almost all that's left (Ah) There's so many sharks that some are bound to fall together Shooting from the roof while the record starts to crump away (Drifted apart, drifted apart) Saving up yr time, saving yr sick days for something (So let this mask lie) Let the length of the queue, let the length of yr skirt Say never! Never! Misplaced confidence! These boys are only adults It's happy hour for the wallflowers (Where do I stand?) Misplaced confidence! These rooms will always be so dumb Happy hour for the wallflowers So, yr town's run by criminals Sold you out and closed yr clubs, for what? Yr town's run by criminals They sold you out, they sold you out Yr town's run by criminals (Yr town's run by criminals) Sold you out and closed yr clubs, for what? Yr town's run by criminals You're almost all, you're almost all that's left Well, it's confidence! But you can't do this Yr town's run by criminals! Closed yr clubs and sold you out, for what? Yr town's run by criminals! They sold you out, they sold you out! Yr town's run by criminals! (Yr town's run by criminals) Sold you out and closed yr clubs, for what? Yr town's run by criminals! You're almost all, you're almost all that's left
Writer(s): Alexander Berrow, Junior Laidley, Kelly Southern Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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