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there’s a note hanging off from the bedpost
reading west coast is the place that i am going
i want the ocean rather than your cheekbones
i know it’s cold but the way it’s got to be
there’s a note hanging off from the bedpost
reading west coast is the place that i am going
i want the ocean rather than your cheekbones
i know it’s cooold…

in all honest i wish i could change
the four letter word we use to explain ourselves
we start the revolution give me some handcuffs
some good times and something to laugh at
she’s making me a soldier i’m on automatic
on target with nothing to fire back
i’m always ready to fight i’m always ready
to bleed always ready to throw hands for anything

i thought we were a hit waiting to happen and i thought we were the new wave transaction
i can’t blame the dj for not playing the song to wipe the crime scene from my chest
i swear this is murder though my pulse is beamed the coroner says i’m not dead
please tell the dj the suken failer claim is the sort that i have left
we’re bursting dramatics turning skin into plastic and clothes into body bags

could start the revolution [2x]

in all honest i wish i could change
the four letter word we use to explain ourselves
could start the revolution give me some handcuffs
some good times and something to laugh at
she’s making me a soldier i’m on automatic
on target with nothing to fire back
i’m always ready to fight i’m always ready
to be always ready to throw hands for anything

[screaming ah]

you are my favorite person in the whole world
wish i could hate it
you are my favorite person in the whole wide world!

there’s a note hanging off from the bedpost
reading west coast is the place that i’m going
i want the ocean rather than your cheekbones
i know it’s cold but the way it’s got to be

i thought we were five stars being directed
i thought we were a best seller to be written
i can’t blame the dj for not playing the song to wipe the crime scene from my chest
i swear this is murder though my pulse is beamed the coroner says i’m not dead
please tell the dj the suken failer claim is the sort that i have left
we’re bursting dramatics turning skin into plastic and clothes into body bags

you are my favorite person in the whole world
wish i could hate it
you are my favorite person in the whole wide world!

in all honesty i wish i could change
the four letter word we use to explain ourselves
i want the ocean. i want the ocean
in all honesty i wish i could change
the four letter word we use to explain ourselves
i want the ocean. i want the ocean…
rather than your cheekbones



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