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Dance Gavin Dance - People You Knew Lyrics
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Someone please!
Let's write a script that's made for me
That makes you people want to see me
I've got a wish, I've got a wish
That all of this was something special
I need a drink, I need a pill
No way I'll stop until you're sober
She's already said that I was on drugs,
Let's give some money to that bitch.

Or I could just get a real f*cking job

I am a prick, look at me go
I could get lucky finding success, I'm a bitch
Imma go get some new expensive shit
All that I hurt, emotions they suck
I'll just tell people I don't give a f*ck about that shit

Ain't nobody f*cking with me, man
Ain't nobody f*cking with me

Wretched is the sound of my voice,
Croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
Singing along their dying concern

Wretched is the sound of my voice,
Croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
Singing along, their dying concern to my bullshit

Where did our honour go? I think I know
We're always f*cking each other in bathrooms at parties
Where did my money go? I spent it on blow
You know that I f*cked all my homie's ho's
Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo
My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
Who has a plan? We hold out our hands,
And hope for a free ride to successful endeavors
So bring on the pliers, something to bite
I am too cynical to say I don't give a f*ck
Bring on the pliers, something to bite
I am too cynical to say I don't give a f*ck

I need money
I need clothes
I need women
I need blow
Something is very f*cking wrong

Resting your head on your best friend's sister's shoulder
Your mother's job is to f*ck all your neighbors
Bodies thrusting to the beat of our shame

Where did our honor go? I think I know
We're always f*cking each other in bathrooms at parties
Where did my money go? I spent it on blow
You know that I f*cked all my homies ho's
Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo
My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
Who has a plan? We hold out our hands,
And hope for a free ride to successful endeavors

Give my regards to all you shady f*cks
Thorn in my f*cking side
Loyalty
Honesty
Trust
Respect
Humility
Sincerity
We are all so full of f*cking shit
We are all so full of f*cking shit
Kurt:
"Uneasy hearts weigh the most, oh uneasy hearts they weigh the most...
Maybe i can find a place for you with all the things you do,
I have no clue, watching you, lately I, have been hoping to,
In thought of what to say, what they don't find out"
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Someone please!
Let's write a script that's made for me
That makes you people want to see me
I've got a wish, I've got a wish
That all of this was something special
I need a drink, I need a pill
No way I'll stop until you're sober
She's already said that I was on drugs,
Let's give some money to that bitch.

Or I could just get a real f*cking job

I am a prick, look at me go
I could get lucky finding success, I'm a bitch
Imma go get some new expensive shit
All that I hurt, emotions they suck
I'll just tell people I don't give a f*ck about that shit

Ain't nobody f*cking with me, man
Ain't nobody f*cking with me

Wretched is the sound of my voice,
Croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
Singing along their dying concern

Wretched is the sound of my voice,
Croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
Singing along, their dying concern to my bullshit

Where did our honour go? I think I know
We're always f*cking each other in bathrooms at parties
Where did my money go? I spent it on blow
You know that I f*cked all my homie's ho's
Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo
My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
Who has a plan? We hold out our hands,
And hope for a free ride to successful endeavors
So bring on the pliers, something to bite
I am too cynical to say I don't give a f*ck
Bring on the pliers, something to bite
I am too cynical to say I don't give a f*ck

I need money
I need clothes
I need women
I need blow
Something is very f*cking wrong

Resting your head on your best friend's sister's shoulder
Your mother's job is to f*ck all your neighbors
Bodies thrusting to the beat of our shame

Where did our honor go? I think I know
We're always f*cking each other in bathrooms at parties
Where did my money go? I spent it on blow
You know that I f*cked all my homies ho's
Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo
My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
Who has a plan? We hold out our hands,
And hope for a free ride to successful endeavors

Give my regards to all you shady f*cks
Thorn in my f*cking side
Loyalty
Honesty
Trust
Respect
Humility
Sincerity
We are all so full of f*cking shit
We are all so full of f*cking shit
Kurt:
"Uneasy hearts weigh the most, oh uneasy hearts they weigh the most...
Maybe i can find a place for you with all the things you do,
I have no clue, watching you, lately I, have been hoping to,
In thought of what to say, what they don't find out"
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Writer: Jonathan Mess, Kurt Travis, Matthew Mingus, William Swan
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management


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