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Fall Out Boy
Fall Out Boy


Background information
Origin Wilmette, Illinois, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Pop punk
Emo
Years active 2001—2009
Label(s) Island Records
Fueled by Ramen
Decaydance Records
Associated acts Blink-182
Panic! at the Disco
Project Rocket
Cobra Starship
Hey Monday
Gym Class Heroes
The Cab
Racetraitor
The Damned Things
Website Website
Members
Patrick Stump
Joe Trohman
Pete Wentz
Andy Hurley
Former members
T.J.
Mike Pareskuwicz



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Fall Out Boy Lyrics

"7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen)" lyrics


I'm sleeping my way out of this one,
With anyone who will lie down.
I'll be stuck fixated on one star,
When the world is crashing down.

I keep telling myself,
I keep telling myself,
I'm not the desperate type,
But you've got me looking through blinds.

I keep telling myself,
I keep telling myself,
I'm not the desperate type.

I'm sitting out dances on the wall.
Trying to forget everything that isn't you.
I'm not going home alone,
'Cause I don't do too well.
Sitting out dances on the wall.
Trying to forget everything that isn't you.
I'm not going home alone,
'Cause I don't do too well on my own.

The only thing worse than not knowing,
Is you thinking that I don't know.
I'm having another episode.
I just need a stronger dose.

I keep telling myself,
I keep telling myself,
I'm not the desperate type,
But you've got me looking through blinds.

I keep telling myself,
I keep telling myself,
I'm not the desperate type.

I'm sitting out dances on the wall.
Trying to forget everything that isn't you.
I'm not going home alone,
'Cause I don't do too well.
Sitting out dances on the wall.
Trying to forget everything that isn't you.
I'm not going home alone,
'Cause I don't do too well on my own.

Nadada.
Nadada.
Nadadada.
Nadada.
Nadada.
Nadadada.
Nadada.
Nadada.
Nadadada.
Dododo.
Dododo.

Nadada.
Nadada.
Nadadada.
Nadada.
Nadada.
Nadadada.
Nadada.
Nadada.
Nadadada.
Dododo.
Dododo.

I keep telling myself,
I keep telling myself,
I'm not the desperate type,
But you've got me looking through blinds.

I keep telling myself,
I keep telling myself,
I'm not the desperate type.

I'm sitting out dances on the wall.
Trying to forget everything that isn't you.
I'm not going home alone,
'Cause I don't do too well on my own

Thanks to nameless hero for correcting these lyrics.


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