The Format – Dear Boy (Guitar)

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You're not made

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For this, dear boy

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You're not made

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For this, dear boy

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We watch the stock drop 

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They say we're just snide, octane

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I want to exchange hits for a testament

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And this will be my sacrifice

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Up in the clouds pick up the tab, put me down

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Now gently, just drop me, cause this not a gallery

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She takes me seriously, what a joke, 

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She would know if she wasn't too scared to pick up the phone and call me

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You're not made

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For this, dear boy

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You're not made

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For this, dear boy

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The crime fits the punishment

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And an ice cold sal, stabbing demons at dusk

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She says "Well, whom do you trust?" I don't trust anyone. 

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"Who do you trust?" I don't trust nobody 

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"Not even her?" No, not even me, oh please 

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You're not

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Thank you lightly for deceiving

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All the people that believe in me

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Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding

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Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding

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If I came to learn one thing from this

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It's that people from Long Island

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Aren't as old as they seem

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They're older then they seem to be

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I turn my back to the mirror all you see is my back

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It's leaving you somewhere lethal to make a red dot

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Let's see what you got ready or not, here goes

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The crime fits the punishment

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You're not made

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For this, dear boy

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You're not made

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For this, dear boy

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You're not made

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For this, dear boy

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You're not made

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For this, dear boy

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You're not made

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For this, dear boy

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You're not made

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For this, dear boy