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Ballad for the Lost Romantics

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I've grown sick
 
I've gotten older
 
I finally have an audience to ignore me
 
I can yell all I want
 
But you still
 
Still won't hear me
 
I'm punching myself out, holding in my breath
 
I can take this lightly
 
Throwing up the words that I said to you
 
I always do
 
Do what I'm not supposed to
 
Here's to us fools that have no meaning
 
I tip my glass to you
 
Let's toast the night away to friends
 
And forget about tomorrow
 
I might say things you don't wanna hear
 
But someday you might care
 
And I won't be there
 
No I won't be there
 
Here's to us fools that have no meaning
 
I tip my glass to you
 
Let's toast the night away to friends
 
And forget about tomorrow
 
I'm punching myself out
 
Holding in my breath
 
I can yell all I want
 
Throwing up the words that I said to you
 
I always do what I'm not supposed to
 
Here's to us fools that have no meaning
 
I tip my glass to you
 
Let's toast the night away to friends
 
And forget about tomorrow