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Lyrics: Daly's Gone Wrong. No Paper, No Scissors, Just Rock.

I know we're all dusty records
Waiting to play that perfect song for you and me to make time stop and disappear.
Don't tell me "It's glorious because Hollywood says so."
You're naive but beautiful.

Was it you calling from the top of the projector screen
Screaming for a means to do anything?
She said "I'm the gold he's been waiting for"
He said "I want diamonds and a little more."

Save your best dress and lines for the good bye.
Save your best dress.

I know things are always easier when said
But a little hate goes a long way when it's kept.
I feel so right, I feel so wrong, I feel so weak, I feel so strong.

The needle you used has cracked all my grooves
But this record keeps spinning in practice to move
In hopes of a system more fitting its connection
This party needs a little more.

I know we're all dusty records
Waiting to play that perfect song for you and me to make time stop and disappear.
Don't tell me "It's glorious because Hollywood says so."
You're naive but beautiful.

Wake up.

I dreamed of waking right back where we used to be
Waking in cold sweats finding you lying next to me.
She said "I'm the gold he's been waiting for"
He said "I want diamonds and a little more."

Save your best dress and lines for the good bye.
Save your best dress.

I know things are always easier when said
But a little hate goes a long way when it's kept.
I feel so right, I feel so wrong, I feel so weak, I feel so strong.

The needle you used has cracked all my grooves
But this record keeps spinning in practice to move
In hopes of a system more fitting its connection
This party needs a little more.

Alcohol made you easy to take home.
Alcohol made you easy to take home.
I'm hollow like the point on a cop killer.
Uh-oh uh-oh
I'm hollow like the point on a cop killer.
Uh-oh uh-oh.

I was a statue of marble outlined in grace
With an unpolished finish but something to believe.
I can't feel anything.
My fingerprints are gone.
I can't feel anything.
My fingerprints are gone.

Move, move, move, move.

Move, move, move your indie eyes from the lights and music.
I'm willing and attainable.
Move, move, move your indie eyes from the lights and music.
I'm willing and attainable.

Manhattan watches on for the cure
Manhattan watches on for the cure.
And I'm so yours
And I'm so yours