Born For This
Oh no, I just keep on falling. (Back to the same old...) Where's hope when misery comes crawling? (Oh, my way, hey) With your faith, you'll trigger a landslide. (Victory) You kill off this common sense of mind. It takes acquired minds, to taste, to taste, to taste this wine. You can't down it with your eyes. So we don't need the headlines. We don't need the headlines, we just want. We want the airwaves back. We want the airwaves back. Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing. Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now? Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see. Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now? Right now, you're the only reason. (I'm not letting go, oh) And time out if everyone's worth pleasing. ~Paramore
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