歌词
On the phone,
It's handle's hot from messages you left,
Asking us,
To question all the moments that we spent,
Breaking bones,
And teaching every melody to cry.
Maybe its too late to run.
Keep it up.
You're losing out.
So take a photograph to capture every scene.
What this is and what could have been.
Never seem to justify the means until the end.
We need to vent,
To keep ourselves from losing our face.
Heaven-sent,
To burn the absent minded from this place.
Suck a stone,
And fill the ground with desperate alibis.
Scared to fall and fade away.
Keep it up.
You're losing out.
So take a photograph to capture every scene.
What this is and what could have been.
Never seem to justify the means until the end.
Leave a message,
I'm not here to answer.
If you need to reach me,
Than just take a number.
Oh now, Leave a message,
I'm not here to answer.
If you need to reach me,
Than just take a number.
Keep it up.
You're losing out.
So take a photograph to capture every scene.
What this is and what could have been.
Never seem to justify the means until the end.
Keep it up.
You're losing out.
So take a photograph to capture every scene.
What this is and what could have been.
Never seem to justify the means until the end.
Keep it up. (Leave a message,)
You're losing out. (I'm not here to answer.)
So take a photograph to capture every scene. (If you need to reach me, than just take a number.)
What this is (Leave a message,) and what could have been. (I'm not here to answer.)
Never seem to justify the means until the end. (If you need to reach me, than just take a number.)
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