No One Goes Home

No One Goes Home - Making A Scene Of The Scene lyrics

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Let me break this down yea, how the story comes together after you split in two. 

The world is spinning round how devastated you become lose the other half of you. 

He will lock his room up, he'll buy 13 pairs of scissors practice makes perfection. 

Starts to scrape, all the pictures off his walls, the kiss, the face, the infection. 



Climb up on a soapbox and shout you can't knock me out 

Turn the volume up till you can't hear. 



He died... his hair a different color, and took up a new name. 

She cut... her skirt a little shorter and killed off all the blame to get over this. 



Dressed up for a death-day, writing lyrics on her her mirror, hair is brushed into her face. 

She's wearing all black now, she forgot her whites and yellows all in boxes out at his place 



Tell me that its hard to be untrue, and I'll come back at you 

with 30,000 lies you made this year. 

Climb up on a soapbox and shout you can't knock me out 

Turn the volume up till you can't hear. 



He died... his hair a different color, and took up a new name. 

She cut... her skirt a little shorter and killed off all the blame to get over you. 



You, this just ain't right she's got no fight for 

You, he's changed his locks, and burned his box of 

You, she's not decaying he is saying 

'break-up not break-down.' 



He died... his hair a different color, and took up a new name. 

She cut... her skirt a little shorter and killed off all the blame to get over this
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Language: English

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