The Reunion Show - Dedication Lyrics
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Dedication
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What Are The Lyrics For Dedication By The Reunion Show?
You've heard it all before
You're locking up your door Apologies are not accepted And things are the way we left them When I place these pieces In front of your weakness Fall into depression Your face has no expression I'm making plans to disappear I'm making plans to go anywhere That's not in front of me It's something you don't see I'm making plans for everything Let's include everyone Well, everyone but me This goes out to anyone who claims to know Something about nothing at all This goes out to anyone who claims to know Something about nothing at all You're fighting your conscience You're acting self conscious The pointless the past-tense The accidental act of self defense When I place these pieces In front of your weakness Fall into depression Your face has no expression I'm making plans to disappear I'm making plans to go anywhere That's not in front of me It's something you don't see I'm making plans for everything Let's include everyone Well, everyone but me This goes out to anyone who claims to know Something about nothing at all This goes out to anyone who claims to know Something about nothing at all This goes out to anyone This goes out to anyone who claims to know Something about nothing at all This goes out to anyone who claims to know Something about nothing at all This goes out to anyone who knows This goes out to anyone who claims to know Something about nothing at all |
Who Wrote Dedication By The Reunion Show?
Brian K Diaz, Derrick William Sherman, Kaplan David Sullivan, Mark Thomas Kluepfel
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