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New Found Glory - New Found Glory - Ballad for the Lost Romantics
New Found Glory
01. Better Off Dead
02. Dressed to Kill
03. Sincerely Me
04. Hit or Miss
05. Second to Last
06. Eyesore
07. Vegas
08. Sucker
09. Black & Blue
10. Boy Crazy
11. All About Her
12. Ballad for the Lost Romantics
I've grown sick
I've gotten older
I finally have an audience to ignore me
I can yell all I want
But you still, still can't hear me

I'm pushing myself out
Holding in my breath
I can't take this lightly
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do
Do what I'm not supposed to

Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow

I might say things you don't want to hear
But someday you might care
And I won't be there
No I won't be there

Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
Forget about tomorrow...

I'm pushing myself out
Holding in my breath
I can yell, all I want
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do
Do what I'm not supposed to

Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow

Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow

Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow

Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow