Fall Out Boy

Fall Out Boy - Fame < infamy lyrics

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I'm a preacher
Sweating in the pew
For the salvation
I'm bringing you

I'm a salesman
I'm selling you hooks
And plans
And myself
I'm making demands

When I'm home alone
I just can't stop myself
And you pull my hips so close
I can go for the truth
Signing off, I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head

And I am God's gift
But why would He bless me
Church wits without
A conscience acquits
And I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you
To the way I think of you
Too much drink
I feel blue

When I'm home alone
I just can't stop myself
And you pull my hips so close
I can go for the truth
Signing off, I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head

When I'm home alone
I just can't stop myself
And you pull my hips so close
I can go for the truth
Signing off, I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head
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Author: Fall Out Boy

Composer: ?

Publisher: Mercury

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Released in: 2007

Language: English

Translations: Dutch

Appearing on: Infinity on High (2007)

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