The D.A. is dressed to the nines
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In the mirror he practices all his lines
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To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor
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I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
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The headline reads "the man hangs", but the jury doesn't
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And everyone's looking for relief
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United States versus disbelief
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Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
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Clear your throat and face the world
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The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
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Only breathing with the aid of denial.
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Case open, case shut,
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But you could pay to close it like a casket
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Baby boy can't lift his headache head
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Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
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He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked
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On one to six the gallery is hushed
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Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
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The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know
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Hang on a rope or bated breath
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Whichever you prefer
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And everyone's looking for relief
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A bidding war for an old flame's grief
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The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse
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Not a word that could make you comprehend
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Too well dressed for the witness stand
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The press prays for whichever headline's worse
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Case open, case shut,
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But you could pay to close it like a casket
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Baby boy can't lift his headache head
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Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
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Fresh pressed suit and tie
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Unimpressed birds sing and die
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Can talk my way out of anything
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The foreman reads the verdict
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"In the above entitled actions we find the defendant..."
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Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...
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Case open, case shut,
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But you could pay to close it like a casket
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Baby boy can't lift his headache head
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Isn't it tragic?
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[x2]
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(Whoaaa-ooo)
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You're Crashing, But You're No Wave
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Fall Out Boy |