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Vans Warped Tour: 2012 Tour Compilation
Disc 1
01. Midnight Hands
02. With You Around
03. Shed
04. Now That You’re Dead
05. Summer Fling, Don't Mean a Thing
06. Rare
07. Arrows
08. Skipping Stone
09. Back Up Plan
10. Broken Bones
11. Not to Toot My Own Horn But, Beep Beep
12. Overtime Is a Crime
13. The "M" Word
14. Bottled Wind
15. Firebreather
16. Able Moving Hearts
17. Lucky
18. Holy %$#!
19. Wrightsville Beach
20. Meet You in the Middle
21. They Used to Call It the Blues
22. Proper
23. Giants Sleeping
24. Brothers and Sisters
25. Far to Go
Disc 2
01. Coffee Shop Soundtrack
02. Ohioisonfire
03. 40 Days
04. Prove Me Right
05. Engine 45
06. Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space
07. Good Girls Bad Guys
08. Fearless
09. Listening
10. Better Luck Next Time
11. Prove It
12. Tally It Up, Settle the Score
13. In Friends We Trust
14. Sex Robot
15. Hey Mister
16. Button It Up
17. DJ
18. The Remover
19. Everlasting Sleep
20. Abigail
21. Last Night
22. Another Homicide
23. Hundred Dollar Bail
24. Monster Hounds
25. Everybody's Gone
I guess it was wishful to think
I was different from the rest
Now I'm red in the face
I don't think I'm impressed

Miss strong and outspoken
So easily broken
Now I kick myself
I should've know better
Get it together
You can't blame me

Are you listening?

Wrap your lines around another
While you sweet talk to yourself I'd rather leave
You stitched a heart on your sleeve
But I see right through the seams
I knew the coward in you would play the lead

The nights you spent with me
And didn't want to leave
You stayed with me until I fell asleep

All the things I wish I said
Playing back inside my head
It just might be a long shot
You're marching with your eyes shut

Wrap your lines around another
While you sweet talk to yourself I'd rather leave
You stitched a heart on your sleeve
But I see right through the seams
I knew the coward in you would play the lead

All the things I wish I said
Playing back inside my head

It just might be a long shot
You're marching with your eyes shut
It just might be a long shot
You're marching with your eyes shut

Wrap your lines around another
While you sweet talk to yourself I'd rather leave
You've stitched a heart on your sleeve
But I see right through the seams
I knew the coward in you would play the lead