Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) Lyrics - From Under The Cork Tree - Fall Out Boy

This has been said so many times 

That I'm not sure if it matters 

But we never stood a chance 

And I'm not sure if it matters 

If you are the shores, 

I am the waves begging for big moons 

I'm mailing letters 

To addresses in a ghost town 

Your secret's out 

I know this hurts, it was meant to 

Your secret's out and the best part 

Is it isn't even a good one 

And it's mind over (you don't) matter 

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This has been said so many times 

That I'm not sure if it matters 

But it must be said again that 

All us boys are just screaming 

Into microphones for attention 

Because we're just so bored 

We never knew that you would pick it apart, oh 

I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts 

Your secret's out 

I know this hurts, it was meant to 

Your secret's out and the best part 

Is it isn't even a good one 

And it's mind over (you don't) matter 

I used to obsess over living 

Now I only obsess over you 

Tell me you'd like boys like me better 

In the dark lying on top of you 

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This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters 

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters 

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters 

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters 

I know this hurts, it was meant to 

Your secret's out and the best part 

Is it isn't even a good one 

And it's mind over (you don't, dont) matter 

From day one I talked about getting out 

But not forgetting about 

How all my worst fears are letting out 

He said why put a new address 

On the same old loneliness 

When breathing just passes the time 

Until we all just get old and die 

Now talking's just a waste of breath 

And living's just a waste of death 

And why put a new address 

On the same old loneliness 

And this is you and me 

And me and you 

Until we've got nothing left