7 Minutes in Heaven (Atavan Halen) - Fall Out Boy

Fall Out Boy - From Under the Cork Tree - 7 Minutes in Heaven (Atavan Halen)

01.	Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued
02.	Of All the Gin Joints in All the World
03.	Dance, Dance
04.	Sugar, We’re Goin Down
05.	Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner
06.	I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)
07.	7 Minutes in Heaven (Atavan Halen)
08.	Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year
09.	Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends
10.	I Slept With Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me
11.	A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More “Touch Me”
12.	Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and Stop Going to Shows)
13.	XO

I'm sleeping my way out of this one
With anyone who will lie down
I'll be stuck fixated on one star
When the world is crashing down

I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
But you've got me looking in through blinds
I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type

I'm sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone
'Cause I don't do too well
I'm sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone
'Cause I don't do too well on my own

The only thing worse than not knowing
Is you thinking that I don't know
I'm having another episode
I just need a stronger dose

I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
But you've got me looking in through blinds
I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type

I'm sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone
'Cause I don't do too well
I'm sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone
'Cause I don't do too well on my own

Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Doo-do-do, doo-do-do
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da

Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Doo-do-do, doo-do-do

I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
But you've got me looking in through blinds

I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type

Sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone
'Cause I don't do too well on my own