Please stand by, we've come so far. Four years, we survived the ride that turned us inside out.
Repeat after me, just scream and shout "It was the best of times from broken homes and battle scars to where we are."
Graduate, paper chase, we'll get out of this place, don't turn around. Hit the highway, pour some liquor out for this town, now thats all for us, its last call drink up.
Roll it out, its over now. we're the cast-outs with messed up friends who never did fit in
Don't care where it ends, it doesn't matter now, as long as we're one, we'll take the next bus
Destination: Setting sun
This is an open invite for all to attend. Don't ask too many questions now, don't tell us how it ends, because we're the ones who wrote the end.
Agus, ésta es nuestra canción, definitivamente, no puedo parar de comprobarlo cada vez que la escucho. Se llama paper chase, de The Academy Is...
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