Lyrics: Taking Back Sunday. Taking Back Sunday. El Paso.

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Cradle the sound, caller speak through your teeth
I was up and away
I've never known what to think
What I wanted to know, where did god sway
And if the silence was gold, gold, gold
When you got your way

You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get

My eyes got sore, oh, those perverts are sick
I have the truth on my tongue
Hadn't know until when
What I wanted to know, whether god was away
Cause I was there as you, you play
And you, you fools, you look all the same

You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never get what you

You all look the same
You'll never give what you get
You'll never give what you get
You all look the same
You'll never get what you want
You'll never want what you get
You all look the same
Just do your best to forget
Just do your best to forget
You all look the same

You got your way, you got away
When god, he was away
You got your way, you got away
When god, he was away
You got your way, you got away
When god, he was away
You got your way, you got away
When god, he was away

You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
Just do your best to forget
Just do your best to forget
Do your best to forget