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Fall Of The Leafe - Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows Lyrics

Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) Song Lyrics
Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) by Fall Of The Leafe 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 secrets'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 (don't) matter

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 secerts'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 (don't) matter

I used to obsess over living,
Now I only obsess over you
Tell me you like boys like me better
In the dark lying in on top of you
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 (don't, don't, don't) matter

[talking:]
From day one i talked about getting out
But not forgeting about
How all my worst fears were 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 talkings just a waste of breath
And livings 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