From Now On We Are Enemies

Fall Out Boy

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    I just want to be better than your, your head's only medicine
    I just want to be better than your, your head's only medicine

    A downward spiral just a pirouette
    Getting worse till there's n-n-nothing left
    What good comes of something when I'm
    Just the ghost of nothing, nothing?

    I'm just the man on the balcony, singing
    Nobody will ever remember me
    Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees
    (For a)

    Lunatic of a God or a God of a lunatic?
    Oh, their faces are dancing, they're dancing till
    Till they can't stand it
    A composer but never composed
    Singing the symphonies of the overdosed
    A composer but never composed, singing
    I only want what I can't have
    I only want what I can't have

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    Heralded as a king before I had a birthday
    With double digits
    Fit the crown to my head but I was only a kid
    (Yeah, I was only a kid)
    Yeah, I was only a kid
    Hey!

    I'm just the man on the balcony, singing
    Nobody will ever remember me
    Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees
    (Whoa)

    Lunatic of a God or a God of a lunatic?
    Oh, their faces are dancing, they're dancing till
    Till they can't stand it
    A composer but never composed
    Singing the symphonies of the overdosed
    A composer but never composed, singing
    I only want what I can't have
    I only want what I can't have
    I only want what I can't have
    I only want what I can't, I can't have

    To be better than your, your head's only medicine
    I just want to be better than your, your head's only medicine

    I'm just the man on the balcony, singing
    Nobody will ever remember me
    Rejoice (rejoice), rejoice (rejoice) and fall to your knees
    (Fall to your knees)

    I'm just the man on the balcony, singing
    Nobody will ever remember me (ever remeber me)
    Rejoice (rejoie), rejoice (rejoice) and fall to your knees

    Lunatic of a God or a God of a lunatic?
    (Lu-lu-lunatic, lu-lu-lunatic, lu-lu-lunatic)
    Oh, their faces are dancing, they're dancing till
    Till they can't stand it
    A composer but never composed
    Singing the symphonies of the overdosed
    A composer but never composed, singing (singing)
    I only want what I can't have
    I only want what I can't have
    I only want what I can't have
    I only want what I can't, I can't have

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    Composición: Pete Wentz, Andrew J Hurley, Patrick Stump y Joe Trohman

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