Fall Out Boy Lyrics
"The Carpal Tunnel Of Love"
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We take sour sips
From life's lush lips
And we shake shake shake
the hips
In relationships
From life's lush lips
And we shake shake shake
the hips
In relationships
Stomp out this disaster town
You'll put your eyes
to the sun and say
I know, You're only blinding
to keep back what the
clouds are hiding
You'll put your eyes
to the sun and say
I know, You're only blinding
to keep back what the
clouds are hiding
And we might have started
singing just a little soon
We're throwing the stones
at a glass moon
singing just a little soon
We're throwing the stones
at a glass moon
Whoa-ooh
we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa-ooh
far from the genuinely cunning
Whoa-ooh
we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa-ooh
far from the genuinely cunning
Whoa-ooh
We keep the beat
With your blistered feet
We bullet the words
at the mockingbirds singing
With your blistered feet
We bullet the words
at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend
And dreaming
Of sinking with the melody
of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my
former self saying
'How you been'
And dreaming
Of sinking with the melody
of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my
former self saying
'How you been'
We might've said goodbyes
just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Woooah
Robbing lips
kissing banks under this moon
just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Woooah
Robbing lips
kissing banks under this moon
Whoa-ooh
we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa-ooh
some form of genuine
and cunning
Whoa-ooh
we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa-ooh
some form of genuine
and cunning
we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa-ooh
some form of genuine
and cunning
Whoa-ooh
we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa-ooh
some form of genuine
and cunning
It was ice cream headaches
and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our
shells got up to dance
and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our
shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper
of the cradle
But I'm just tired yawns
for fawns on hunters lawns
of the cradle
But I'm just tired yawns
for fawns on hunters lawns
We're the has-beens of
the husbands
Sharpening the knives
of young wives
Take two years and
call me when you're better
Take tears of mine and
find yourself wetter
the husbands
Sharpening the knives
of young wives
Take two years and
call me when you're better
Take tears of mine and
find yourself wetter
Whoa-ooh
we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa-ooh
some form of genuine
and cunning
Whoa-ooh
we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa-ooh
some form of genuine
and cunning
we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa-ooh
some form of genuine
and cunning
Whoa-ooh
we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa-ooh
some form of genuine
and cunning
This song is from the album "Infinity On High" and "Icon".