Give me a minute while I choose my words
I wanna make sure that I make this sting
You see it's funny to me how you all walked away
Turned a corner the second things changed
Call me a loser
A castaway
I'll scan the room but I don't see your face
Assemble the search party
Call me incompetent but I don't give a shit
I'll take this ball and I'll run with it
So I guess this means war
Thanks for all the support
Make way everybody here comes the saints
Face to face with the things they hate
I'm tired of this
You f*ckin hypocrites
And I'm pouring my heart out at every turn
Wall to wall when it's not my words
So I'll cut the cord
To tell the truth I've grown bored with you
Whisper your criticism
Don't let it rise
Now make sure you never say it to my face
My minds working overtime
To find me some paradise
Searching every room for my escape
Call me a loser
A castaway
I'll scan the room but I don't see your face
Assemble the search party
Call me incompetent but I don't give a shit
I'll take this ball and I'll run with it
So I guess this means war
Thanks for all the support
Make way everybody here comes the saints
Face to face with the things they hate
I'm tired of this
You f*ckin hypocrites
And I'm pouring my heart out at every turn
Wall to wall when it's not my words
So I'll cut the cord
To tell the truth I've grown bored with you
I'm just f*ckin bored
Make way everybody here comes the saints
Face to face with the things they hate
I'm tired of this
You f*ckin hypocrites
And I'm pouring my heart out at every turn
Wall to wall when it's not my words
So I'll cut the cord
To tell the truth I've grown bored with you
I'm just bored with you
Calling Grace - Seven Lyrics
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Give me a minute while I choose my words
I wanna make sure that I make this sting
You see it's funny to me how you all walked away
Turned a corner the second things changed
Call me a loser
A castaway
I'll scan the room but I don't see your face
Assemble the search party
Call me incompetent but I don't give a shit
I'll take this ball and I'll run with it
So I guess this means war
Thanks for all the support
Make way everybody here comes the saints
Face to face with the things they hate
I'm tired of this
You f*ckin hypocrites
And I'm pouring my heart out at every turn
Wall to wall when it's not my words
So I'll cut the cord
To tell the truth I've grown bored with you
Whisper your criticism
Don't let it rise
Now make sure you never say it to my face
My minds working overtime
To find me some paradise
Searching every room for my escape
Call me a loser
A castaway
I'll scan the room but I don't see your face
Assemble the search party
Call me incompetent but I don't give a shit
I'll take this ball and I'll run with it
So I guess this means war
Thanks for all the support
Make way everybody here comes the saints
Face to face with the things they hate
I'm tired of this
You f*ckin hypocrites
And I'm pouring my heart out at every turn
Wall to wall when it's not my words
So I'll cut the cord
To tell the truth I've grown bored with you
I'm just f*ckin bored
Make way everybody here comes the saints
Face to face with the things they hate
I'm tired of this
You f*ckin hypocrites
And I'm pouring my heart out at every turn
Wall to wall when it's not my words
So I'll cut the cord
To tell the truth I've grown bored with you
I'm just bored with you
I wanna make sure that I make this sting
You see it's funny to me how you all walked away
Turned a corner the second things changed
Call me a loser
A castaway
I'll scan the room but I don't see your face
Assemble the search party
Call me incompetent but I don't give a shit
I'll take this ball and I'll run with it
So I guess this means war
Thanks for all the support
Make way everybody here comes the saints
Face to face with the things they hate
I'm tired of this
You f*ckin hypocrites
And I'm pouring my heart out at every turn
Wall to wall when it's not my words
So I'll cut the cord
To tell the truth I've grown bored with you
Whisper your criticism
Don't let it rise
Now make sure you never say it to my face
My minds working overtime
To find me some paradise
Searching every room for my escape
Call me a loser
A castaway
I'll scan the room but I don't see your face
Assemble the search party
Call me incompetent but I don't give a shit
I'll take this ball and I'll run with it
So I guess this means war
Thanks for all the support
Make way everybody here comes the saints
Face to face with the things they hate
I'm tired of this
You f*ckin hypocrites
And I'm pouring my heart out at every turn
Wall to wall when it's not my words
So I'll cut the cord
To tell the truth I've grown bored with you
I'm just f*ckin bored
Make way everybody here comes the saints
Face to face with the things they hate
I'm tired of this
You f*ckin hypocrites
And I'm pouring my heart out at every turn
Wall to wall when it's not my words
So I'll cut the cord
To tell the truth I've grown bored with you
I'm just bored with you
Writer: Shawn Fertig
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