Paramore

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Ignorance

If Im a bad person,
You dont like me.
I guess Ill go,
Make my own way.
Its a circle,
A mean cycle.
I cant excite you anymore.
Wheres your gavel, your jury?
Whats my offense this time?
Youre not a judge but if youre gonna judge me,
Well sentence me to another life.

(Chorus) Dont wanna hear your sad songs.
I dont wanna feel your pain,
When you swear its all my fault.
Cause you know were not the same.
Oh were not the same,
The friends who stuck together.
We wrote our names in blood,
But I guess you cant accept that the change is good,
Its good.
You treat me just like another stranger.
Well its nice to meet you sir.
I guess Ill go.
I best be on my way out.
Ignorance is your new best friend.

This is the best thing that couldve happened.
Any longer and I wouldnt have made it.
Its not a war.
No, its not a rapture.
Im just a person, but you cant take it,
The same tricks that once fooled me.
They wont get you anywhere.
Im not the same kid from your memory.
Now I can fend for myself.

(Chorus)

You treat me just like another stranger.
Well its nice to meet you sir.
I guess Ill go.
I best be on my way out.

 

 

 

Brick by Boring Brick

 

Well she lives in the fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of a world that shes left behind
Its all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles are all wrong now
Shes ripping wings off of butterflies

Keep your feet on the ground
When your heads in the clouds

Well go get your shovel
And well dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And well dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da

So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck 12
Well make sure to build your home brick by boring brick
or the wolfs gonna blow it down

Keep your feet on the ground
When your heads in the clouds

Well go get your shovel
And well dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And well dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Woah, woah.

Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic

If its not real
You cant hold it in your hand
You cant feel it with your heart
And I wont believe it

But if its true
You can see it with your eyes
Or even in the dark
And thats where I want to be, yeah

Go get your shovel
And well dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And well dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da...