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Trophy Scars - Jerry's The Name, Sociology's The Game lyrics
Everything you do
 Will make you separate
 From the lovers that you choose
 Now your dreams are too confusing
 I can't remember what I'm loosing
 Cause everything you do
 Will make you more like
 All the drugs that you abuse
 And now its easy to forget, huh?
 Every reason to forget her, oh
 Forget the phone
 The smirking tigers ate their own
 Now you know who sleeps alone
 (And if I were you)
 I would keep the truth
 For them and you
 She called me on the phone 
 And all I heard was the bang, bang, bang!
 The radio hit the floor
 And I could tell that she wanted more
 I'll let you use your mouth
 To show me what love's all about
 My tongue against your thighs tonight
 Match maker, math maker
 Make me a match
 Conceived through a window
 Discovered in math
 Inhale all the colors
 And cough out a map
 These demons aren't stopping
 This brilliant blood bath
 Behind eyes
 Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
 It's saying things that you'll never forget
 Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
 It's saying things that you'll never forget
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 All the things that make us sad
 But never again
 I think our mouths are just too fast
 Through that porcelain crack
 I can see she just wants nothing to fall
But it's all gonna fall
 I swear to God, if it weren't for the fall...
 We just wouldn't fall
 Let's stand tall
 And fall 
 Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
 I bet you guessed I'm the best to forget
 Well, I'm feeling fine
 Between your legs
 Just let me sleep here
 For a few more days
 Watch my tongue move, and give me credit
 I've cheated language, don't you dare forget it
 With no one out here, this town begins to feel so small
 Swans and opaque colors, these towns seem to me so dull
 Her face in scotch tape and covered in gauze
 I swear to God, if it weren't for the Fall these leaves would seem so fucking far
 I'm a little boy
 Just a little kid
 But I'm my own damn man
 With my own damn plans
 I'm glad you left me.
 Goddamn.
 Match maker, match maker
 Spark up a match
 Covered in color
 Dissected in math
 In flies an angel
 Who's back from the past
 The deadness of winter
 Distilled in a glass
 Behind eyes













